Noctisardor Bypass sankrola

Druid always welcomed Heda’s touch. When they drew apart, her sister voiced more thoughts into the glimmering darkness. Her ears pricked, attentive.

We could call it Sequoia, she murmured, even if it isn’t. I don’t know, plant identification has never been my strong point.

She huffed a laugh, keeping it quiet now that all those little ears were open. It trailed off into a contemplative hum for a moment.

I do like the idea of establishing a new rendezvous site there. We could call it Sequoia’s Site? Or, I don’t know. Sequoia’s… Spot? she suggested through another muffled laugh.