A Whisper by the Dark Moon

Had the woman’s laugh not filled the air Belle might have lingered in the cold shadows for the rest of the night. She was at home in the darkness, as many of her line were. Albinism did not enjoy the sun. Her shadowy place did not conceal her as well as she hoped, had the moon never appeared she might have continued on stealthily. Sirius was sharp though, and very little escaped his notice. ”Mistress?” Deathbelle stepped back, for a moment pretending he hadn’t seen her. That she was only an apparition in his mind.

He stood, his confusion barely evident in his voice. She had been found out, and there was no hiding her form. Her eyes wet with tears the Empress kept her features obscured by the shadows as she reluctantly pushed her body forward. ”Sirius,” she offered in greeting, hiding the emotion that lingered just below the surface. She knew he likely meant whoever’s laugh had filled the air but to further distract herself Deathbelle continued. ”You’ve decided to carry around a snake as well?” She tried to inject some humor into her words but they fell oddly flat.