This Is Not A Party

She vaguely knew what Balsalm had intended to do, but she also hadn’t given his plans much thought let alone let herself make the trip. Unfortunately Ra-Ra had been much too bewildered by the idea and she had thought to track him for a while, but it had been hard to cross the threshold of the bifrost. So for a long time Ve remained in the trees, her brilliant eyes just watching the empty beaches. Unlike her brother Velvette had the patience of a saint and remained until she caught a familiar form she hadn’t expected to see. Desota.

The tiny wolf seemed much too mild natured to watch to followed the likes of her brother or Balsalm, and his crossing had brought about her crossing. She made up her mind. Of course she hadn’t wanted Sota to catch sight of heer, she didn’t want any of the boys to see her. She took to the trees as soon as she crossed to the other side. Velvette wasn’t going to be traveling on the ground if she could help it, especially not here in unfamiliar lands.

She had caught up to Sota at this point, his slight frame made its way to the trees in which she sought shelter. She quieted herself, glad she hadn’t worn her antlered cape on this adventure as she hunkered down closer to the branch and the crook of the trunk it was attached to.