Sidra floated on her back in the air almost lazily, looking at the night sky, her odd ears drooping backwards.

Where are you, Hana, Hannah? the Twilif whispered quietly, tracing the stars with a finger and stopping on a lovely pink star. Why did you leave me? The dark red flame arced around her arms, back and forth, somewhat like a slinky.

And Sidra jerked to a sitting position, growling. "Who's there? It's not nice to eavesdrop."