Moonspear kinsister

Her face pressed into a grimace, brief but present, before smoothing back out. The periwinkle of her gaze sought the magenta of Chakliux’s, the wind tugging at her fur as much as his.

She sighed.

I am. I was to be, once. But he is…very long gone. The son of a friend of her father, gone just as the rest of her family, her friends.