Noctisardor Bypass i praise the earth and the sky and the moon

for all her imagination, witch had never considered what might be outside the boundaries of the wood. there were so many small mysteries to discover here that her curiosity did not look hungrily toward the world beyond. rivenwood, mahler, mother— each of her needs were met within these borders. druid's question thumped hard in her chest, and the usually talkative child found herself at a loss for words.

she did not want to imagine that there might be something better, somewhere else. nor did she want to imagine that it was worse, a terrifying land filled with monsters, for what would that mean for their brother? i don't know, she finally admitted, quietly. but witch then turned and licked her sister's face, attempting to lighten the mood, that's something worripa will need to tell us, when he returns.

like his mother had? witch deflated slightly at the thought.

he will see the same moon, she finally said, slowly, comforting herself again as much as she was trying to lift druid's spirits, and the same stars. we are still connected, that way. as long as we share the same sky, we're together. she willed her belief in this so strongly that she felt it, imagining she could see through their brother's eyes, smelling what he did, feeling the same earth beneath their paws.