Dancing Flowers

*Anais* · 05-21-2014, 11:02 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

It was a beautiful night, and Anais was secretly glad she had taken the time to slip out of her home's borders to witness it. The view from the den's entrance was hardly as stunning as this, she wondered, as her yellow-gold gaze twinkled with the light from above, a small, happy smile gently curving her lips. She would definitely have to make more advneures during the night. It was nothing like the day.

A noise behind her distracted her from her wonderings and tilting her head back she tried to peer at the stranger through the grass and flowers. His image was strange from her upside down gaze, and stranger yet because she failed to hear what exactly it was that he had said so softly. Was it meant for her at all, or had he perhaps been speaking aloud to himself? Her brow furrowed a tiny bit as she stared at him, watching as he drew near. Whether he had spoken to her or not it seemed he intended to join her now.

Another phrase left his lips, this time in the form of a question, and it was just the sort of thing to attract the girl's attention. "Story?" she repeated, intrigue apparent as she rolled quickly to her stomach to look at the male properly, her tail giving a faint, rustling wag behind her. A curious smile spread across her lips, only thinking of the tale the stranger might share with her. "What kind of story?"

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