Noctisardor Bypass the loxian gate

It was even more distracting the second time. Druid opened and closed her mouth, her tongue scraping over her teeth. It might even look like she was chewing on something, if Heda noticed. It was so queer, because it tasted like nothing she’d ever had in her mouth before, yet her brain simply knew it was purple.

Her sister made a comment about the geese, their silhouettes quickly fading to the south and taking with them the peculiar flavor. Where did birds go, when they winged past overhead? Did they even have destinations or did they fly for the pleasure of it? Druid realized she’d always assumed the latter. She would fly all the time, were she able, simply for the fun of it.

Abruptly, Druid remembered. Maybe they’re looking for the yellow bird too, she mused with a smile, then tipped her head as if to say, Shall we continue?