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Lyrics drifted upon the summer zephyr much like a leaf upon a gal, falling softly to the ground once it’s energy had been spent. For a moment she feared nothing would occur, pools of blue watching them all closely seeking some sort of acknowledgement. The younger unknown femme did not respond but Moonlight did not let this deter her for it was the two male guardians that had her true attention. Petals parted again as finally flutes were rewarded with an ancient call that could belong to only one. Vegas. She grasped the bridled emotion and hidden meaning, aged heart shuddering so at the pain she grasped there…the pain she had surely caused. Still the other of onyx coloring did not budge, his lips did not part in sweet song, and his eyes thought they moved gave her nothing as quaintly she made her way up the small hill, meeting Vegas half way. She froze then, paper-thins quivering at his scent and memorizing it all over again, though in truth she had never forgotten it. Pools wandered his canvass as if looking for new signs of wear and tear, knowing well his travels took him dangerous places and sometimes actions from there came back with him. A few new scars greeted her gaze but nothing-screamed danger. Flutes flickered as she caught the scent of canine, he’d just recently transformed and she knew that smell almost as well as the form before her. It had after all shadowed her a time or two in the past. Mug arching outwards, she brushed the slightest touch against the other’s maw, wishing to speak with him more later…needing to even she turned away though with slight pain and advanced farther up the hill, reaching Battle Cry – the stone statue. Again velvets parted and a knicker of greeting given. She did not invade his space for he had always been a friend and equal to her, and yet a mystery. There had been a time when eyes of blue had meet those of his own she could see what lay beneath, today was no such time though a kindred spirit still remained. “Friends.” The single word breathed. She was home and they were most welcome to stay. 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 | |