dancing in the pale moonlight

She was minding her own business when she found the scent, following it curiously, wondering what she would find at the end of her path. Rhaegara wasn’t quite sure what to make of the sight in front of her. A warthog and a little pup both digging around in the dirt, sparring back and forth, uprooting everything in turn. Her head cocked to the side in confusion, though a glimmer of amusement lingered behind copper orbs. “Fighting with the Spirits, are you?” She couldn’t help but ask with a soft tease, making her presence known since it was clear the boy and his friend had not noticed her prior to this. She had a soft grin on her face.

“What are your names?” She asked curiously, her tail thumping lightly against the ground as she took a sitting position, Carlys settling on her shoulder. “My name is Rhaegara… and this is Carlys, my friend.” She introduced the bird who just gave a small squawk of a greeting to him.