Weather the Storm or let it Rage

The angel's words were powerful enough to knock back his ears a bit as he listened, immediately recognizing that same accent as another he had heard recently. Her question was hardly given the attention it deserved, and instead the beast continued to stare at her in confusion as he witnessed the obscure sight of her glowing fur. Was she even aware she resembled a living moon? Did she live up here in this out of reach place?

His bright blue eyes widened, reflecting the light of her glow quite intensely while he took in the peculiarity of her on his own time, without any haste regarding the answer she might expect based off of her question. After what seemed like ages, he finally rested himself to his haunches and inspected the fountain. Had someone been keeping up with it? It was in wonderful, beautiful shape for a fountain. He understood why she had been confident enough to take a swim in it, he was half tempted to as well.

He couldn't quite make out her scent but judging from her oddity and that of Regulus, he assumed their similar accents meant they were more than likely related. Why was he running into their family all over Boreas all of a sudden? It seemed royal bloodlines were crossing paths with him all too common recently, what purpose did fate have in mind for that?

"No, probably not. I appreciate the offer, though." He thought of apologizing for watching her for so long and being awkward, but he really wasn't. She was interesting to observe and he couldn't help himself.

"What are you?" It just sort of blurted out of him, which shocked him but after a moment he lifted his square muzzle confidently as he awaited her answer to the question. Surely she wasn't mortal, was she? What mortal was luminescent?