For @Hydra plz!
Black and gold. Ciri and Elke. That was their names.
While the memories of her daughters were hazy, incomplete, Nyx knew that they existed. She knew they were somewhere, and she clung desperately to the belief that they were alive and eager to reunite with her, too. The lioness had hunted high and low for them, for who knows how long, and only recently had she concluded that staying put might be her best option in finding them.
They were not little things anymore. Juveniles on the cusp of adulthood, all she could really do now was hope that she'd taught them well enough to survive. The three of them had done just fine together for all this time, so a brief period apart would serve as nothing but a test.
Nyx thought of them late that evening as she lay among the snow of a plateau on her brother's mountain home and turned her muzzle skyward to look upon a full, pale sphere - the Snow Moon - that stared right back. She couldn't help but wonder if it smiled as brightly upon Ciri and Elke, as well.
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