Noctisardor Bypass wild child

Druid hid the tiny inchworm in the far corner of the den, then turned to see that Witch had accompanied her inside. In the presence of her sister, her shyness dropped away and she frolicked closer, rumbling soft, happy noises at her sibling. Eventually, the two of them wound up near the entry again, peering out as Mahler engaged the younger two in play.

Whether or not Witch ended up joining them, Druid remained there in the threshold. She was content there, more or less. She did wish to get in the thick of things, yet she felt more comfortable here on the fringes for now. Perhaps another time, when she grew accustomed to these strangers, she would involve herself.

After a while, she grew sleepy and withdrew into the den, back to where she’d left the worm. It was gone, of course. Druid frowned and looked around, though her eyelids felt so heavy that she plopped down mid-search, falling fast asleep.