Sun Mote Copse Miss Smilla Feeling for Snow

Although Sugar couldn't see Wraen, she pictured the Sovereign waving her off and smiled to herself. "Okay," she answered, "I will." She swore she felt the air shift as the Sovereign presumably strode some distance away. It was so tempting to crack open an eye to verify, though she just shut them all the tighter, truly leaning into this challenge.

For several more minutes, Sugar Glider felt out the world without what she would consider her primary (or maybe secondary, after smell) sense. A single footstep felt so treacherous at first, the urge to open her eyes sometimes almost overwhelming. But after a while of tentatively toeing around, Sugar's confidence had grown a little, as had her respect for Fennec's situation.

"Okay," she declared, echoing herself from a few minutes ago, "I'm ready for you to lead me. Let's go..." Sugar trailed off, turning her head as if scanning the copse, though of course the only picture she consulted was the one in her mind. "Take me back to Towhee," she decided after a moment's consideration.