Ouroboros Spine drenched in vanilla twilight

Nantahala noticed the way Yuralria scrunched her face from her touch—had she always done that? Why couldn’t she remember? She made a mental note not to do it again, as she didn’t want to make her sister uncomfortable, and shrugged off any guilt that trickled into her mind.

It’d been an honest mistake, and it wouldn’t happen again.

She laughed and shook her head at her sister’s praise, not feeling as “super cool” as Yuralria had said. Thanks, she said with a wave of her tail, refraining from touching her sister again. We’ll be super cool together.

Yuralria filled Nantahala in, letting her know what she’d dropped off for Vairë, and she nodded while considering their options. There were several things they could go for, but there was one thing that’d be worth their while. The other day I went out with Rodyn to Firefly Glen, and we hunted turkeys—maybe we can see if there are any here? It would give anaa lots of meat, and they weren’t that hard to hunt. But, of course, this all depended on whether or not they’d be able to track some down.