8/31/2025, 7:06 PM
Fa’liya is much different from her brother. The silver advances gradually, laying herself across the girl in the snow. A measure of patience learned from Caan.
“It is good, now and then. The plumage will make soft down for your bed.” She leans her cheek against one wing to trace the velvet feathering. The girl’s tail stirs and a smile ghosts Iglux’s lips. It is hard not to endear herself. She studies Fa’liya’s fawn-colored claws, frost-brushed at the tips and stares into her eyes. A shade identical to Cen’s
“I do not see much of you.”
“It is good, now and then. The plumage will make soft down for your bed.” She leans her cheek against one wing to trace the velvet feathering. The girl’s tail stirs and a smile ghosts Iglux’s lips. It is hard not to endear herself. She studies Fa’liya’s fawn-colored claws, frost-brushed at the tips and stares into her eyes. A shade identical to Cen’s
“I do not see much of you.”
