Ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight

Mojito stared out across the border on the shrine. His pale blue eyes narrowed, Asla was somewhere in those packlands, the little cream girl that had stolen his heart. He wondered what she was doing, maybe she was asleep, angelic in a peaceful dream, or maybe she was terrorizing her brothers or... well it wasn't even worth wondering about it right? He was still too cowardly to make the break across the border to seek her out himself.

So instead he stepped back, just inside Ashen territory now, and settled onto his haunches, turning his attention to the sky. Night had properly bloomed by now, not surprising. Ashen mostly operated at night so he was used to being up at this time of night, even if he still generally preferred to be alive to the world during the day. A few stars shot across the sky and Mojito wondered for a second if Alsa was also watching the stars.

WC: 159/1500

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