Noctisardor Bypass the loxian gate

For a beat, Druid didn’t understand who Heda meant when she said “he,” though she quickly deduced she must be referring to the yellow bird. She didn’t say anything in reply, drifting after her paler sister as she led the way through the trees. Only when she was asked a question did Druid open her mouth again, now entirely devoid of the taste of purple.

Far, she replied simply, limited by her own inability to conceptualize distance due to never setting foot outside Rivenwood. But the heavens seemed rather expansive and she’d watched a bird fly off into the distance, becoming a speck before disappearing entirely, and she sensed the breadth of space involved there.

Bracelet’s grasp on her foot tightened suddenly, causing Druid to grind to a halt. As soon as she stopped, the snake loosened and slithered free, wending through the pine needles and other debris littered on the forest floor. The young wolf’s head cocked, watching her friend, wondering what had prompted her to wake and depart.

She didn’t mind, though. We’ll collect her on our way back, she said for both the snake’s benefit and Heda’s. Her tail flicked as the ringneck snake disappeared into the underbrush, her eyes flicking back to her sister and then drifting upward, looking for any sign of yellow and suddenly curious what it might taste like.