Moonstones and Flame

The young Archangel’s smile widened at his acceptance of her invitation, and the smile held as she listened to his more detailed description of his land of birth, a soft chuckle escaping as he admitted the need for more of a challenge in life.

“Well, life can certainly hold up to that need around here. I ended up fighting a tiger as a yearling. Normally, I would have left such a big cat alone, but he had me cornered and I thought… well. Perhaps he was behind some disappearances of our pack members. He seemed quite willing to eat wolves. If it wasn’t for Amos and Aelloshir, I likely would have been his dinner.”

She nodded to the scarring on her left shoulder, left behind by the big cat in the struggle. Her fur fell in such a way that one might miss the scars unless they looked hard enough or actually swept a paw against the grain of her coat.

She shifted her weight, hind end canting to the side and her hind legs stretching out in a position reminiscent of a feline at rest, paws still neatly crossed before her as the rest of her frame remained regally upright.

“If you ever have need of interesting places to see, there’s a land string connecting the two continents of Boreas and Auster, made up of this beautiful shimmering white sand. It’s quite a sight to see, and you never know what you might find while digging for seafood.” There was a hint of mischief and memory in her voice as she grinned at the male, a spark of adventure in her eyes.

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