stargazers

The scorn of the moon sees the child a little ways off, head canting softly to the side. Why was there a child out so late at night? Who was supposed to be watching her? Not that it mattered. Not that it was something that she had to concern herself with. It never was. She's too wild to think of babysitting, but she could roll one on one with the midget child for a bit. Hell, that would even be fun. Let the stars come down and kiss them both on their furry little heads. Those were the best nights of all.

"Whattup, shrimp?" She grins. Selene grins, pleased with herself, tail thumping easily behind her. What a lovely evening it was for company, and she trollops happily to the pup, movements quick and immensely graceful. Seeming to not touch the ground as she moves, the girl flies past the smaller creature. "Dance with me?" It's an offer, and she waits for a moment before pulling into a steep play bow.


The stars above their heads were glimmering, millions of fairy lights shining down, and Selene looks as if she's been forged from them and them alone. How lovely it is to be alive.