The one I can confide in

Wrapped in the warmth of her blankets and plush furs, Clove was propped up in her bed, a pencil in paw and a paper-sized canvas spread out in front of her. The soft glow of candlelight burning from her vanity and bedside table illuminates the room, intertwining with the ethereal dance of the northern lights pulsating outside her windows. She’d left her curtains open, enjoying the backdrop of celestial stars and vivid colors. It filters through the window, bathing her room in a soft, otherworldly glow. 

There’s a look of concentration on her face, her tongue poking out the right side of her mouth as she draws. Chiseled jawline, soft eyes, proportional cheeks and brows. It was no work of art, but who she was drawing was at least distinguishable. Little horns. She was trying to draw Akito by memory, having been away from him for nearly a season now. It wasn’t meant to be some creepy memoir of their memories together; she just… missed him. 

She was so engulfed in her work, that the sudden knocking at her door almost made her jump out of her skin. Shuffling the paper in her paws, she shoves it beneath her pillow out of embarrassment and straightens herself back up in the bed. She didn’t know who it was just yet, but any visitor in their home was welcome to her room. She just hopes it’s not one of her rowdy brothers. “Come in!” She calls, stealing one last glance at her pillow to make sure the portrait is well hidden. Then, she turns back to the door, wondering who is there.

"Sisters"