Cedar Sweep watching me is like watching a fire take your eyes from you

small pale paws left faint tracks etched into the thin layer of snow. a gentle snowfall covered them as the minutes passed, erasing the winding path forged by the lone witch. antha walked alone, searching. traces of her sister lingered in this forest.
ahead, the familiar feminine figure of tessa took shape from within the piercing darkness. fancy meeting you here, she called lowly into the dark, voice glimmering and brimming with joy and adoration. the autumn witch moved to embrace her sister, kissing her cheek. warmth softened her touches to a gentleness reserved only for tessa.