We are the children of the night! 🌙

Song was in the night. The skies danced with vibrant colors of the rare Aurora Borealis, the grace of the heavens. The trio of the Abaven pride would shine tonight, their songs to be heard by all?they were the musical litter of the Destructions after all? and for the trio alone to sing. All across the field surrounding the rapids, fireflies glowed, shimmering in vivid yellow, the color of each of their gems. The mocha cloaked tempest beat across the earth, pearly stilts gracing the field with much bounce, before she would leap onto her rock outcrop, one most familiar to herself and Bass. From her maw, gave happy yips and yaps. The paradise of Alacritia was alive tonight, and so would the musical trio of Abaven. Bass would provide the bass vocals, Motif the mediums, and Harmony the highs. All of it would mix in bass-ically perfect harmony.

"Come on my siblings! Let us sing while our paradise is alive tonight!" She chimed in her ever-familiar sing-song tone?didn't all of her siblings have a musical tone? Again, she leapt from the outcrop, with bounce in her stride, and retreated to the rapids, which had become illuminated in the reflection of the aurora. She sat on the calmer edge of it, the blue glow flitting onto her own pelt. Her mocha-capped crown threw back as she howled, a song of love and hope. "At night we come out and play!" Oh how cheerful she was at late. To celebrate and to play, Harmony hoped her siblings would come and play in the night.

"Speech"
'thoughts'