her eyes, soft with something like peace, followed the movement of the older woman as she pressed close. when eidola tucked herself beneath her chin, cloud lash stilled— shock, at most, that another woman outside of the valley. this was sacred, wasn’t it? to be chosen. to be wanted. to be asked, silently, to stay.
she exhaled slow. nodded once. firm.
yes.
a breath later, she pressed her cheek against the crown of eidola’s head, and her tail curled around them both. she'd stay. and then, she would show her the valley. her home. and her wetu.