Moonsong Glacier Black ice.

it's ridiculous! silly! that jr's heart is beating in her chest with giddy excitement at the prospect of building her own place to call home. it would be her biggest challenge yet if it ever came to light beyond this conversation, she considers, but her competitive nature burns with the desire to rise to it.

-well,- jr signs. -you might be leaving moontide and i like dutch but...- her ptero tapers off into a shrug, letting that remain unfinished. -it was spur of the moment,- jr admits. -but the more i think about it, the more it takes root. i mean, why not?-

it wasn't well thought out, she knows. there was no real ideas, at least not yet. her gaze flickers between her mother's face — like looking in a mirror that accurately predicted what she would look like as she grew older — and her mother's paws.