Moon in the Snow

Eventually, the male turned to look at her, and he spoke. One could almost say his voice was emotionless, and she didn’t bridle at his words. For one, she wasn’t certain if he was trying to compliment or insult her. It was typical of what someone might say on first meeting her.

Deity, ghost, Ancient one. Mortis’ query as to whether she was Abraxas had been particularly amusing. It was also something she’d probably *never* tell Eligos about the next time they talked. The more devout of the Nomads openly wondered if Luneil, or Timeo, had decided to bless her with her glowing fur and marking about her left eye.

She couldn’t quite explain the developments herself, even a year later since they’d begun to come in. Truth be told, she deeply missed her plain, if shimmery, white coat, and being able to walk through the night without standing out like a beacon of blue-white light.

She regarded him with budding amusement, brows lifting. “Can’t say as I can jump that far. Nor that wolves have yet managed to master flight. Even the two I have met who bore wings.”

A subtle hint of laughter tinged her voice, with its lilted, flowing cadence, and slowly she settled, haunches lowering and tail flicking to pool at her paws, the ends of the long hair draping off the edge of the wall. She cast a glance above as Crystal glided overhead with a soft screech typical of barn owls. Cairo wasn’t far off, then.

The owl banked and glided in a wide circle, taking in the stranger before vanishing off into the distance, likely to alert the Sentinel of the situation.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think