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

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Damira's ears twitched as she heard someone approach, she didn't think she'd done anything wrong but briefly did wonder if she was about to be told off. Only for her Daddy to scoop her as though she was light as a feather. Once settled atop her mighty stoop, she bent down a little to give him an affectionate kiss between his ears, her little tongue smoothing down the purple fur there. Her long furred tail draped down his back like a fancy scarf, the black bleeding into a dark purple. She made a thoughtful noise in her throat at Deimos' question, he'd already confirmed one thing she'd wanted to know, they were called auroras. And the name suited them, felt heavenly in a way, like something wolves could see but never reach.

"Mm, pretty." Was her first, albeit obvious conclusion. She was a thinker through and through, couldn't leave it just on that note. Needed to know more and what better person to ask? "What does it mean?" Because in her mind everything happened for a reason, it didn't really occur to her that things were just because.

It certainly looked like a big deal, something important, or else the night would always be streaked with these colours. Moving so slowly, shimmering adjustments as they stretched across the horizon. But when she breathed deep she couldn't smell anything, but sunlight didn't have a scent either now she thought about it. Nor did the moon, which she'd noticed it took different shapes differing one night from another. But the auroras felt different from all she knew, even flashes of lightening were fleeting and ever so easy to miss. But every time she blinked there they remained, molasses slow snaking across the sky.