burning bright

Selene is all anticipation, especially for the nights that she doesn't have to hang out alone. She's grown to rather like the dark, and nights like this make her feel... alive. The light summer breeze ruffling her fur, the cold salt water pooling around her legs as she splashed. A part of her wants to chance the tide out to sea, but she's too distracted by the shining that is the stones in this glorious cavern by the sea. It's like a geode that's big enough to swallow her whole-- she loves it. She adores it. The scorn of the moon is ever so alive and ever so wonderful.


The star soaked creature approaches the man as he approaches her, reaching out to boop his shoulder with his nose. A greeting, in her culture. It's innocent. Her tail wags, head tosses, and she's giggling. "Why are you sorry?" He's much taller than she is, but the yearling has this bad habit of not showing fear. Even if she felt it, she choked it back. It was a good time. Selene looks to the man, head canted to the side. "Do you know when the tide will come back?" Her voice is a bell tone, high but not grating, a fae creature. Sometimes Selene dreams she has wings, but she stands beneath the sky, soaked in stars.