Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

Their sister sidled up alongside them. For for the first time in their lives, Masquerade did not welcome Redd’s company. Their body stiffened and they cast her a pained glance, then looked away. They remained motionless, fixing their marigold eyes on one particular raindrop clinging to the tip of a blade of grass.

Nobody even tried to listen to what I had to say, they said after a tense silence, still looking anywhere but at their sister.

Even Relic hadn’t listened to what Masquerade was trying to say, though they appreciated the sentiment in his case. They sighed, head drooping.