Northstar Vale writer

As they continued, the girls enthusiasm drew a smile from the woman’s reserved expression. Zosime was able to pull one from the worst of moods, she felt, and so when the girl continued, the story revealing itself to be more of a theory than anything else.

And one that pulled at the Heiros’ heartstrings even more, were it even possible.

“I love that,” she preened to the girl, her tail waving gently through the cold air. “Have you told them as such?” A pause given, an arched brow, and she studied the girl with new consideration. A chronicler in the making perhaps—or a naturalist. “When the moon rises, I would love for you to show it to me.”