Ezili shuffled down the path in her deep purple robe, her knee-length black hair trailing behind her like a shadow. Twenty cats of various colors and sizes weaved around her ankles, some leaping onto benches, others darting into flowerbeds. She scanned the park with her dark eyes, searching for her sisters, her electric guitar slung across her back. Her pronounced pear shape made her silhouette distinct, and she drew curious glances from passersby.

Adora stood radiant in her golden robe, the sunlight catching her waist-length blonde hair and making her gold eyes sparkle. Her extremely pronounced hourglass shape and statuesque height gave her a commanding, yet warm, presence. As she spotted her sister, she waved with a bright smile, her voice ringing out over the splashing water. "Ezili! Over here! Did you bring all your cats again?"

Rosalia arrived next, her black hair pulled into a ponytail, bouncing as she walked. Her large chest was partly hidden by a grey shirt emblazoned with a yellow lightning bolt, and a sweater was knotted around her waist above her black cargo pants. She knelt to adjust a small, homemade gadget before looking up, grinning at her cousins. "I brought oranges and a new solar-powered speaker. Thought we could use some music today,"

Ezili plugged her guitar into Rosalia’s speaker, sending a ripple of dark, moody music through the park. She absentmindedly twirled a tiny voodoo doll in her fingers as she played, while Adora basked in the sun, gold eyes half-closed, humming along to the tune. Rosalia peeled an orange, offering slices to her cousins. "You know, Adora, you could lighten up the weather a little. My cats hate chilly mornings," "Only if you promise not to curse the pigeons again," "Let’s compromise—Adora, you make it sunnier, and Ezili, you play us something cheerful,"

Ezili recounted tales of her cats’ mischief, her voice low and mysterious, drawing even the nearby children closer. Adora talked quietly about her duties as high priestess, her tone reverent yet tinged with longing for simpler days. "Sometimes, I wish I could just spend every day like this, in the sun, with you two," "Maybe we can. I’ve got some ideas for a sun-powered cat playground," "As long as it’s not too bright. My cats are dramatic,"

Adora hugged her sister and cousin, her golden robe shimmering in the fading light. Ezili called softly to her cats, who gathered obediently, tails high. Rosalia packed away her tools and the now-empty bowl of oranges. "Let’s do this again soon. Next time, I’ll bring sun cakes," "And I’ll invent something new for the cats," "Deal—as long as I get to play the guitar," The three walked away together, laughter echoing through the park, a perfect afternoon etched in their memories.