Moonspear the glitches

Her coffee-and-cream colorations and fine-boned features were pretty, though Treepie felt like she had the upper hand in the looks department. She knew some would call it narcissism, though she preferred to think of it as confidence. She knew she was striking, particularly with her bold, contrasting pelt. Kira was a little more feminine than her, though Pie maintained her own svelte curves.

A flood had separated her family, Kira said, capturing the Ostrega’s attention with a blink of yellow eyes. Pie didn’t think she’d ever heard that particular flavor of sob story before. She frowned, pondering which was worse: definitively losing your loved ones to such a tragedy or not being certain of their fates. By the sound of it, Kira hadn’t been granted that sort of closure.

You’re not, Tiuttuk refuted reflexively when Kira apologized. You have my sympathies. I’m glad you found your way here. Dawnspear is going to be a strong, tightly-knit village, she manifested aloud. Now that you’ll have its support, what comes next? What sort of life do you plan to build for yourself here?

It was a big question, with lots of answers. They could talk about trades, for instance, though truthfully Tiuttuk was more curious about Kira’s familial aspirations. Had she come here hoping to find a mate and bear children? Did she perhaps have her eye on Kindle already, hence following him home?