Race for the Morning Sun

Kitsune watched as Iho stepped forward. Bracing herself, coiling her back legs in case she needed to leap into battle at his side. Small, and frightened of the ghosts she might be, she would not leave her friend to face them alone. Then Iho took another step, and one more. Whatever had been last night was gone. This moment before the dawn was something else entirely, like the passing of a storm.

She stepped out of the den, trailing after his larger form. As she stepped into the glowing grasses, the wind ticked up. She giggled softly in surprise and amazement as petals plucked free of their flowers and twirled about her in a miniature dust spinner. Brushing across her fur. She raised a paw, and a single glowing petal fell into it like magic. So she didn't notice when Iho went to the water, or when he noticed his own glow.

She heard his gasp, and looked over at him. Her friend was looking down at his form, and she leaned forward, seeing too the way his whiter parts glowed an ethereal tone. She giggled again. “My brothers scales glow like that” she said, unaware her own red accents had begun to shine.


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