Creatures of Night Brought to Light

The night was bright and the breeze was warm. Alora looked very much like the dream that she was named after. The small fae lay stretched out in the center of a circle of stones. They glowed and pulsed, but none glowed as brightly as she. The marks upon the woman's mane, shoulders, and tail glowed brighter than the very stars above. Her beauty rivaled even the stars and she knew it.

A long tail swished behind Alora in the soft grass, the beat in tune to a song that only she could hear. She was waiting for something. If any found her and cared to ask just what she was waiting for, she would answer with a simple smile and a wink. When the time came, the world would know why she was waiting. Until then, the luminescent fae would enjoy the atmosphere and the warmth of the night.

"Alora Dreamer"