Norðrljós

Eisleif had been completely asleep, she slept through the howl, she slept through the lights, she might even have slept through her mother waking her up were she not so persistent. Neith was gentle and soft, a cuddly comfortable reprieve from the life that Eis had been born into. However when her mother wanted to be she would be a brick wall. And Eisleif never won against a brick wall. So with just a little more grumbling the youngling would emerge from the den and let her mother lead her with sleepy eyes to the gathering. She'd see Inga but the other faces didn't register. She wouldn't realize about Kapra's tail just yet. By this time though her thougts would be completely overwhelmed by the lights up above. Her brilliant blue gaze would stare at the beautiful changing swirling colors before her face returned to Inga. What in the world was going on in the sky?
"Shmirsh"