Painted Moose
FIN
The feeling of Peyla's beating wings against the back of her neck was very welcome. I'm glad you're alive she thought, reaching for the sprite. Peyla chattered in her ear, all anger and outrage and very much like a Sister. A warrior sprite... What a thought!
And then she flinched at the very aggressive sounds coming from about where Mnyiri was, by her reckoning. "Mnyiri? What's happening?" Was it the Perzi? Was that the kind of sound it made? It sounded upset. It sounded very upset. That, along with cries of pain...
Well, indignance. Dyakida nudged herself into relaxing. If a Sister was indignant, that generally meant that they were fine. Aside from their egos, they were fine.
Good.
"... That is a sound judgement." Dyakida said, relieved at the sounds of unhappy chittering just by her ear.
