Birth of a Star

She’d ventured beyond the walls, southward this time, into the Estuary. To the east this land became a mucky, dangerous morass, but here it was reasonably pleasant. The world was beginning to slowly recover from the eruption, and she was turning her mind to preparations for the next Festival. She’d initially meant to have an annual Festival for all each summer, but it seemed that Autumn was a better plan.

Each brush and scrape against the foliage was a relief, and unfortunately, loose fur was stuck to the bushes and shrubs and tree bark, shimmering under the soft evening light. After her discovery of the flickering beginnings of a glow in her coat where the new fur was replacing the old, she was unsure of how to take it.

She had never heard of a wolf developing bio-luminescence. Born with it, maybe, after meeting Ignatius and his fire-glow. But her color was, for now, a moonstone blue, with hints of white. But the white would take precedence as time drew on, not that she knew. Nor did she fully grasp that she would be an entirely glowing creature, brighter than Ignatius. Had she known…. She probably would have hidden in the furthest back caves for a few days to wrap her head around the idea.

The Spirit paused, nosing around a bush as her nose caught a pleasant scent of eggs.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think