Aurora Borealis? At this time of year? At this time of day?

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Damira was a good girl and usually went to bed early enough that she was rested for the next day, but as she laid curled up in the safety of her den she couldn't help but feel...not quite unsettled as that would imply something was wrong. But restless maybe? Like she felt as though she had somewhere else to be, something she ought to be doing. In a rare show of rebellion, she found herself slipping out of her den, moving quietly on dainty paws as she headed for higher ground. As high as she could go before her legs started to feel the strain of the incline at least. Settling atop a sloping ridge, her mismatched gaze flitting skywards, brilliant bands of colours stretched out above, slowly extending out as if someone was pulling at a loose thread of a tapestry and watching it unravel. She'd never seen anything quite like it before, her eyes widening in a rare show of childlike awe, even the pitch black of her melanistic eye glinting with colour.

It was so pretty, she thought. But what could it mean?