The sky is salmon-pink as the sun sets. A few early stars twinkle in their secret morse-code, leaving messages for those with the knowledge. It has been a mostly clear day and only now does a bit of cloud start to build in small patches. A chilly spring night lies ahead, but it is nothing that Adiona and Juno cannot handle.
Having weathered a few winters, both of them had grown into their crests and their markings were almost fully developed. Juno’s darker neck is her most contrastin...