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

heda was stained with mud and exhausted. today's expedition at silverstream had perhaps influenced the girl to understand she was not made for fishing. 
but she did not yet have the stamina, or patience, to trail hares for a half-mile. the girl chose to focus only upon movement, and so birds caught her eyes most of all.
she also chose not to think of her mother or worripa. but the loss of praimfaya had been soothed by her young age, sequoia's milk, and the presence of sisters. nothing lifted her brother's disappearance from becoming the first awareness that heda could be abandoned.
wylla's scent distracted her. she recognized it from memory but had not seen it fresh in quite some time. and so she left off her wandering to approach, thankful for another purpose that would cut both her wayward relatives from mind.
the silver woman with one eye.
"you're back."
it was a simple statement of observation. the girl frowned.
"i'm heda now."
the burnished gaze dared the returned woman, suddenly, to say something about it.