Everybody's dancing in the moonlight

Though the sound of something being manipulated with force rang through the air - softened by distance, Fiadh failed to notice it in her trance. It was only Coran's voice that stirred her from the object of her attention, and she came to a stop with her next prance, whirling to meet him. Each movement was fluid, as though planned, and she regarded him with a smile.

The man seemed solid white at first glance, but with the rippling aurora overhead, the tenderheart realized there were subtle patterns, shifts of color in his coat that the night dulled. He was taller than herself, which was not precisely a great feat - but she did not feel intimidated. His words were soft and friendly while his presentation seemed friendly - there was nothing to fear as far as Fiadh was concerned.

"Dia duit*," she bade him mirthfully as she made to glide his direction, tail swaying in an amicable wag with her movement. Fiadh stopped once she was close enough to speak without raising her tone. "I didn't know anyone else was here - I hope I did not interfere with your evening." Gesturing to the sky with her muzzle, she added, "It's beautiful - I've never seen anything like it."

Indeed she had not, for her family's pack had not existed in a space afforded such a sight. That mattered now now, however, as she was content to have experienced it at all.

* - "Hello" in Irish