Bimba

Lore

Bimba has inspected the dark and found several places worth sitting. People who call it empty have clearly never looked under a bed.

In Auraterra’s Moonveil Court, her white paws cross stones washed violet by the crystals. Her purple cape collects moonlight. Beside the path, somebody very small is afraid to move. Bimba waits where they can see her pink nose and golden-green eyes. She points one paw toward home. Directions can be short when nobody is trying to sound important.

Maca keeps the gates safe. Far away, Bimba’s cousin Dallas walks the older streets of Frostspring Castle. They exchange news of hidden passages and creatures who need a dry corner. Their family has become rather spread out. The care still travels well.

Above the bridges, stars show through the evening. Darkness has made them visible. Bimba watches her traveler notice the first one. Nothing grand happens. Two sets of paws continue along the path, and the smaller set is no longer hurrying.