Sun Mote Copse you were made for starlit things

eshamun laughed then, a ringing peal that resounded through the air as she sought to dodge her sister's watery blow, weak as it was. the canaanite fell blissfully into it all the same, feeling the sun-warmed water soak through her crimson pelt, and gasped as the waters briefly wrapped about her muzzle. snorting it from her nostrils -- she had not meant for that to happen! -- the woman gave a girlish chuckle and sent another wave at the priestess.