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Haunted. The valley, the mountains, in truth the very soil with which they stood was haunted. Memories of others past lingering on their souls, their words and actions forever dictating what would be or what should become – sapphire pools gazing over the land, as flutes flickered almost like testing the wind. It was true that never were they alone for she knew within her heart that those before them always remained, just as they would for those that were sure to follow. Even her name spoke volumes – Moonlight – always present, even when the clouds had rolled in, she remained, though perhaps for a moment hidden. The light jostling against Battle’s side caused reality to flicker forth and fade back into focus, even as the dream like state she had wandered to danced away. Velvet lips plucked upwards and into a brighter simper as tendril whispered behind her. Much like the willows yards away the onyx nymph found peace and resolve within the silence that embraced them. Wrapping its thickly sweet fingers against their flesh and if they did not do something t’would likely to crush them beneath heavy palm. And yet she made no move to break the crystal silence that encased them. Content and open to the fate at hand. Twas not an act of whom was stronger than whom or which would crumble first, but the simple fact that there was so few words that could describe what each was to the other. Nights and days she had wasted pondering the thought. Always the ghosts of the past coming back to voice their opinions and yet – even now one had returned in the flesh. Yes the Valley was haunted – but it was not the memories of hate and sadness that haunted here – but that of love and happiness...unforgotten. 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 | |