out to clubs or anything.” She says though the choice has already been made. She is going to dance with Latro. Sierra grins sheepishly and gives in, pulling Latro closer to the glowing stone to dance.

this crush. Trying to think of how it would even make sense… Not once did she consider that Latro has more forms up her sleeve.

Growing increasingly red in the face, Sierra gulps down the mead so she can take Latro’s hand, staring up at her. “I really am bad at dancing, though, I never really go-

tankard and stares down into that. Well, what harm could it do. Sierra takes a sip immediately after being nudged, catching on to the moths’ scheme. “I’m no good at dancing.” She’s about to wave them off, but her attention is on Latro.

In the back of her mind she’s been trying to rationalize-

split off with the moth twins. “Thank god someone else is calling them out for once.” Sierra quips. She figures that now she’ll be shown to a room- but the moths have plans for her too.

“What are you talking about?” Sierra laughs, her gaze caught by the glowing rock until she’s handed a/

Sierra looks up where the twins pointed when suddenly the cavern comes to life. She startles, looking around as it clicks. Party moths. “The hour…” it makes sense. It’s over.

And before she knows it she’s being ushered away from her friends. She glances back at them periodically as she and Latro-

of course... We're here to help you with your big centipede problem. Rubara, was it?"

"Yeah, it's moth silk. Who would've thought that being in my pyjamas would make me so popular?" She smooths down the fabric. "Though I guess it would make sense if I was a little more...bodacious, I guess." Sierra jokes, fastening her robe shut over the nightgown. "But that's not why we're here,-

teases, jabbing Heath in the side. She already knew moths are cute and fluffy, but seeing moths like this just drives it home.

"Sierra, and this is Heath, and Clely." She points to her companions, not expecting the female to reach for her sleeve. Sierra chuckles a little, glancing at Latro.

at the tall flowers. She can't help but stare, mouth agape at the sight. "Beautiful." She mumbles, quickly following again as they leave the area.

She almost bumps into Latro when they stop, looking around curiously for the moths. "Oh I guess you'll finally meet the mothman, Heath." Sierra-

She rolls her eyes at her friends, amused at their continued obliviousness. Even when it's someone else, apparently they're unaware. Where would they even be without her?

Sierra follows after Latro, catching up with her strides with some effort. She squints up at the light, looking around them-