Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

Sunflower.

She feels the fever elevate towards her head, unfurling along the curves of her cheeks, embarrassed for half a breath that he might be able to see just how the term endearment affects her. It’s at that moment she decides to cross the marked line. Future consequences feel so far away when he is looming so close.

“Hi, Fig,” she peers up at him with a sheepish grin before bounding up through the abloom plumage, landing in a cloddish heep and giving her coat a good shake to free it of pollen.

“Perhaps,” her tail is spun playfully, mirroring his own, ears tipping forward.

“C’mon, wanna go for a walk? And you can tell me what you’re doing all alone out here- talking to yourself?” She taunts and lifts to spirited paws, with every intention of leading him deeper into the lush dell between the married peaks, where she might better lure him to her.

He didn’t know about that bit, yet.