Noctisardor Bypass in the trees, is a ghostly breeze

Although Laurel’s smile remained, there was something clipped in her tone and her words were dismissive. Druid swallowed, her skin prickling as she realized she had disappointed the woman with her candidness. Her lips parted, as if prepared to apologize, but then she realized she didn’t know what she would say. She was only being honest.

Of course, she replied a little awkwardly, glancing at the fish, then to the pups, before her gaze drifted back to Laurel. I’ll see you all later, Druid offered politely, retreating.