Moonlit nights

She had thought that she would be alone for the remainder of the night. The stillness had overtaken her, the quiet sounds of the surrounding area becoming both soothing and more lively as the night went on. The sound of pawsteps did not pull her attention toward the stranger, because there was barely a sound to be heard. The sand cushioned any sort of noise that the other female could have made, and the crashing waves swallowed the subtle sound of the other's breathing. It was easy to be unnoticed here, a phantom beneath moonlight - to simply be a part of the night's chorus, that was quickly reaching a crescendo within the albino's mind. She subtly smiled as she listened, her red eyes gazing at the ocean that stood so darkly, proud and churning, yet so gentle sweeping past her paws. She was captivated for a moment, in the vastness of these waters, they were new to her after all - but the spell was broken by the voice of another.


Her ears perked, and gently she turned toward the stranger, curiosity clear upon her ivory visage, but masked beneath the shallow light of the moon. The stranger was a female, with the most peculiar set of eyes that she had seen in quite some time. She was lovely, in a sense - and Io found herself gazing at her colors. Where the albino was all white and pink and pale, this woman had a dark nose, dark lips, ink around her eyes and an inner strength that the fragile healer could only wonder why she didn't possess. Her words were the same, and spoken in a dialect that Io didn't recognize herself. She paused, shaking her head at the dame. "I am sorry, but your form of tongue is not something that I understand." She stated, shaking her head. Her own lyrics were light, gentle and airy, but more honey and solid than a mere whisper.


"Who are you that joins me this night?" She asked the female, letting her attention linger on the other. It wasn't often that she indulged in conversation - and although she was polite with her words they sounded loud within her own mind. Disrupting the quiet, it seemed the trance that the lulling night's chatter had placed her under was gone and would never return. Although there was nothing malicious about this female before her, her stomach tightened just slightly within her bodice. Nervous - how silly of her to be such when her current company had been nothing short of courteous...