The Wonders of the New World

His smiled widened, and he could have laughed, as he witnessed the girl's surprise at his presence. I was told by Jupiter that every snowflake was different. And so they were. Deteste had knowledge of this but had never taken the time to truly observe or acknowledge the fact. He paused a moment, looking up as the girl did to watch the flakes spiraling down from the frozen sky. If you come closer, and take a look at my pelt you should be able to see quite a few intact ones. They stick to our pelts but it's especially easy to see them on someone with a coat as dark as mine. He stiffened his posture so that he observation, if the offer was taken, would have a formal air. He understood youth and though their interaction was truly friendly he did not want the girl to have any reason to feel shy.


Allaire. It was beautiful name and well suited to the beautiful girl who carried it. She was a wonderful asset to the Ludicael. He was still amazed that so much kindness could be found in one place. He dipped his crown in acknowledgement before addressing his own identity. I am De. The second Sol of Ludicael. He did not mean to conjure respect or special attention with the title but only wished to be completely open with Allaire. He chuckled softly, his deep voice crisp in the icy air, as he watched her tail waver gleefully about. He wondered if she desired friendly play. He had a soft spot for the young and he had much spring in his step left.