By the colors

The night sky was alive. Dancing in the skies were waves of blues, greens, purples, and yellow. Alaric had never seen such a beauty and his orange gaze was alive with an appreciation for the beauty. The nights were getting colder as autumn was here and soon would be winter. He knew his winter came in preparation for the colder weather.

It was in his enjoyment of the natural light display did a new smell enter his nose, causing it to wrinkle. Company. He got up from his seat position and turned to face the source of the smell. ‘Do I have a visitor?’ He thought to himself, rather unamused by the fact of someone coming in to potentially ruin his light show. By the smell of it, they were young. Much younger than he. Oh great, kids. He felt his eyes roll in their sockets.

“You might as well show yourself. I can already smell you.” He said out loud, waiting calmly as he flicked an ear. It was hard to see them due to the mist that seemed to engulf the moor. He didn't want trouble. For the first time he wanted peace and to watch the light show.

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