Looks Good To Me

The shuffle of paws through the leaf litter pulled the girls attention and she grinned as her brother walked up. His voice was a clear recreation of their father's and she released a little, girlish giggle, one paw moving to cover her mouth to muffle the sound. She was always getting in trouble for one thing or another.

Turning her attention back to the tree, the girl splayed her strange toes, playing them on the bark. "Why do you think it's doing that?" She asked her brother, still staring up at the fluttering fireflies above. One of the specks of light drifted downwards until it was right in front of Scylla. The girl's eyes crossed and she almost fell backwards, but the light disappeared as soon as it touched her nose. The child gasped, turning her head to look wide-eyed at Albion. "Did you see that? They aren't fireflies at all! What are they?!" She was getting a little loud. She needed to know!

"Scylla Klein"