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Uncertain. This was what the ebony femme found herself feeling with the situation between B.C and Vegas. Both were dear to her heart and both held a spot that the other could not replace, though try perhaps they might. Each had served their purpose and point, picking her up when she needed it or being the shoulder and laughter when times had called on such. Yet despite this they each had become more. Vegas would always be her first love of the land. A time when they were both young and flighty when Black Flame had still held to position at her side, Moonlight could not forget her friend. The one whom had been there for it all and then when her back had finally turned gone off and had a child with her one true love. At the time the action had hurt, burned even, though she’d been unable to say so as her own attention had been directed towards another. Memories, like these, and more continued to plague the raven nymph as she danced her way around the valley. Already she had begun to traipse back to her sanctuary, to the willows. They were her place to hide when the world had her down, when all she wished to do was sleep, or in some cases forget. It’d even been the place she’d come to die…though Mother Nature had already deemed that deed unneeded for now. Flints of black clipped along the softened crust, kicking up a stone here or there as she made the delicate waltz towards the water’s edge. As she was dipping for a drink a flash of red held her attention, the fox darting away from something or someone within the confines of the willow’s embrace, quizzical look given where the vixen had disappeared Moonlight took another step then halted. Sensory glands alerting her to whom was hiding there and her heart gave a flightily jump within barrel chest. Las Vegas. She didn’t move now, but simply stood. One hoof rose as if to take a step but simply hanging there like a statue. She was immobilized. Name whispered against the wind: Moonlight I am of the: Fairer Sex I have the features of a: Quab (Quarter/Arabian) I am painted the color of: the midnight sky I am marked by: the Cresent moon on my forehead and nothing more I’ve lived upon this Earth: 10+ years I belong to: No one I rest my weary bones within: Hopeful Valley | |