Noctisardor Bypass Soft blue skies, helium balloons float up, away

the witch's curse seemed more and more real the more that wylla mentioned it. as still and observant as she was becoming, heda still had the susceptibility of a young child. a sense of magick already innately instilled, encouraged by phaedra, and now beckoned by wylla: it sank inexorably into her little soul, becoming part and parcel of it.
"it's okay. i didn't mind," heda said to the woman's apology. her own eyes were trained upon movement above them, a flash of blue that deepened. "that's a mountain bluebird," she said. "and that's a woodpecker." the girl's paw lifted toward the proud crest of the hard-beaked bird.
"that's a sparrow mom." another point toward a dull, tiny brown bird. 
"sometimes red birds come. mahler says they are called a ... carbinal."
she sighed, relaxing back against the ground.
"are you afraid of anything, aunt willam?" she tried it on for size, decided it wasn't an unpleasant fit.