Noctisardor Bypass there’s comfort in my dark seat and chaos in the aisles

Little Kikimora roused. Druid lowered her head, prepared to soothe her should she start fussing. But she just began to root. Expecting her to latch on, the Den Mother sat back again. She wouldn’t use the word “relax,” though she turned her mind to loosening her tightly-wound muscles.

When she glanced down a moment later, two of her children were looking up at her. Druid stared back at them. She couldn’t actually tell if Artio’s eyes were open, though she could almost feel little Kiki’s blue eyes piercing her.

What’re you looking at, huh? she said quietly, bending to touch her nose gently to her daughter’s, then her son’s.