Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

The song of insects wove a tapestry of sound around Fiadh as she ambled beneath the dwindling light of day. Soon, the fragile creatures would descend to their earthen homes where they would wait out the frigid cold of winter - but for now, they sang the small-statured woman a lovely tune to accompany her slow procession through the Plains. She was unhurried, especially when a streak of motion slid into her periphery and she tipped her head skyward to follow it - discs of silvered lavender tracking the billowing trail of the aurora dancing across the sky. The grass had largely hidden it from view for her, but now laid bare to her, she was hopelessly captivated.

Her ears pricked with intrigue and she shifted her body to face the direction in earnest, eyes owlish as they reflected the vibrant harmony of color. Although it said little to profess she had never seen anything like it before, it remained true - she could not recall such a beautiful, entrancing sight. The tones shifted like underwater silk, flowing and twisting endlessly into one another. It was ethereal, breath-taking, mystifying.

Without much rhyme or reason other than the buzz of energy coursing through her veins, Fiadh dashed through the more shallow streams branching between expanses of long grass. Her dainty paws created a pitter-pattering rhythm as she twirled and pivoted in her haphazardly-placed, dancing steps that flowed to a tempo confined to the boundaries her own mind. The shallows underpaw reflected the otherworldly colors above her, the surface rippling and disrupting the scene each time her toes made contact.

She cared little for whether her antics remained hidden or found - it was, after all, quite rude to let the sky dance all on her lonesome on such a beautiful night.