Velvet arrived on a storm-bruised evening, wings dripping with rain and starlight. She had wandered for months after skirmishes that tore her former roost apart, carrying only lullabies and the hope of quiet. The Coastal Cave shimmered like a promise—warm light from Kael’s fire, the scent of salt that reminded her of open skies.

Athena greeted her first, offering a place to rest. Kael watched from the shadows, cautious as ever, while Stellar circled above, aurora flames ready if the stranger threatened. Velvet asked for nothing but shelter for the night.

One night became several. She patched torn feathers with moss and sea-spray while humming melodies that softened Kael’s guarded stance and eased Athena’s vigilant heart. When a violent squall battered the coast, Velvet unfurled her pastel wings to shield the cave mouth, her light turning rain to ribbons. In that moment, trust took root.

After the storm, she confessed she had searched for a family that valued loyalty over lineage. Kael, Athena, and Stellar offered her more than refuge—they offered belonging. Velvet bowed, swearing to wrap their lair in dusk’s gentle glow for as long as she breathed.

“Twilight is kinder when shared. I’ll keep our home soft and safe, and follow Kael’s flame wherever it leads.”