Creatures of Night Brought to Light

Alora did know that he was near. She knew many things. Ask her how and the fae wouldn't be able to give you a straight answer. One might call her star-kissed, God-touched... but in the end, even Alora couldn't explain how she knew the things that she knew. She was, for lack of a more fitting term, a mystic. Intuition was her greatest sense and she used it well. Better than most, if not all, that she'd come into contact with.

When Alaois drew in near, it was as though the very stones themselves whispered in her ear, letting her know that he was coming. A sweet little smile spread over the little dame's maw and she waited. Suddenly, the warmth of her brother's body poured into her slender frame and a purr of pleasure filled the air. With his mouth next to her ear, Alora leaned into Alaois, nuzzling against him. It was their first touch in a while and she reveled in it.

With a sigh of content, Alora rolled upon the stone, depositing herself upon her back so that she could stare up at her giant sibling. He had asked if she'd missed him and the fae flashed him a coy little grin. "Not at all," she joked. They both knew that was a lie. With a chuckle, obsidian toes rose to gently grasp either of his handsome cheeks. With a bit of soft pressure, she brought Alaois head down so that she could press their foreheads together, eyes sliding closed as she did so. "Of course I missed you, my love." She purred her truth softly. This, they both knew to be true.

"Alora Dreamer"