Redhawk Caldera Henry Knight

Some part of Frolic stored her older sister’s nuggets of wisdom in the back of her mind for future contemplation. Presently, she just shrugged and scooped some of the leaves into a proper pillow. She let her head drift down and wound her tail around so that its tip could easily hide her face, should she choose.

For now, she let it sit limply to the side while her eyes peered up at Ceridwen. She’d heard those words in various contexts, though Frolic didn’t really know what they meant in this one. She shook her head, though this disturbed her brittle pillow and she quickly stilled.

No, tell me more, she implored.