Ouroboros Spine drenched in vanilla twilight

“The super-cool-club!” Yuralria piped up, tail picking up speed as Nantahala thankfully kept her distance. “On second thought… that’s a little silly.” While admittedly it sounded fun to embrace what was left of their childhood, she almost immediately hated how juvenile it felt.

Her excitement mellowed slightly as she listened attentively to Nantahala’s suggestion of turkeys, along with a name she failed put a face to. She’d have to ask anaa about this Rodyn fellow later. The moon villages were home to so many and, especially for a girl like Yuralria, she was familiar with few beyond Moonglow.

“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed. “I don’t know much about turkeys other than they have a bunch of feathers. How do we start?” Opting to let her more experienced sister teach her the ropes of bird hunting, she allowed her mind to wonder briefly to the mystical sounding place Nantahala had mentioned; Firefly Glen.