Bluelights [Hudson]

Heavier pawsteps than that of the small wildlife – and familiar in cadence, she thought, picking through her memories for a match – paused; a yawn, a scuff and the subtle rumble of muscles and scratch of claws in soil as someone stretched.

Legacy had pulled a long leg bone from a long-dead fawn from her pouches and slotted it between her black-dipped toes, using the ‘wand’ to gently probe the glowing Motherwort and turn the winter-dormant leaves to examine their veins when her black-backed ears had flicked toward the sound of another drawing near.

The plant’s veins were a glowing network of pulsating light, and she made a note of that in her head as she looked up with a smile, finally recognizing who the steps belonged to, a beat before Hudson actually called out. The man had been a good exploring buddy on the Dancefloor, and she called out, voice soft against the night.

“Hello, Hudson. How are you on these strange nights? I’ve never seen Motherwort glow before.”

She tipped her muzzle toward the plant, bone frond still gently turning and manipulating the leaves. She was still leery of touching it with her own paws or mouth.

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