Tiptoe through the spookies

Ara found herself fighting the urge to sneeze in the cool fog. Was it just her imagination, or did the moon reflect strangely off it? She only let her attention drift for a moment, but when she dragged them back to the stranger, she was speaking. Her words brought a soft laugh from Ara. “Do you think so?” she teased, dancing in a small circle to show off the full wonder of her coat. Vain? Maybe, just a little…

As the other woman raised a gold-flecked paw, Ara stepped a little closer to admire the fine-gold patterns with an appreciative smile. “Quicksand?” Ara murmured with some surprise. No wonder the woman had said the gods watched over her. “Quicksand, weird fog, creepy moon, and unnatural firefires?” she said with a shake of her head. “It’s a wonder I'm still alive at all. You might if I just scoot a little closer and hide in your shadow?” she teased, even if she was a little taller than the pretty woman. “I’m Naraca, by the way”

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