Redhawk Caldera her lips are stained red

also cameo!

tawny lark stirred, a tumble of cream and gold,
her tiny world was warmth and fold—
the rise and fall of fairywren’s chest,
the sweetest hum, her favorite nest.

she squeaked a note too small to hear,
then nosed her sister’s downy ear,
a wiggle, a chirrup, a sleepy sigh,
their hearts beat close, the night drifted by.

milk-sweet breath and tangled fur,
her paws found comfort pressed to her,
and though her eyes saw only dark,
she dreamed in feathers — tawny lark!