The scorn of the moon sees the child a little ways off, head canting softly to the side. Why was there a child out so late at night? Who was supposed to be watching her? Not that it mattered. Not that it was something that she had to concern herself with. It never was. She's too wild to think of babysitting, but she could roll one on one with the midget child for a bit. Hell, that would even be fun. Let the stars come down and kiss them both on their furry little heads. Those were the best nights of all.
"Whattup, shrimp?" She grins. Selene grins, pleased with herself, tail thumping easily behind her. What a lovely evening it was for company, and she trollops happily to the pup, movements quick and immensely graceful. Seeming to not touch the ground as she moves, the girl flies past the smaller creature. "Dance with me?" It's an offer, and she waits for a moment before pulling into a steep play bow.
The stars above their heads were glimmering, millions of fairy lights shining down, and Selene looks as if she's been forged from them and them alone. How lovely it is to be alive.
stargazers
It's getting to be late when Selene finds the Moor. Everything is damp, covered in the dew of the evening, shimmering and sparkling beneath the light of a full moon. The breath in her lungs is suspended momentarily, and she's mesmerized. It's gorgeous. Mist hovers around her shoulders, around everything her height. It sticks and clings, and she's ever so alive with it. Everything is gorgeous, everything is bright and beautiful. She's bright and beautiful. Fireflies playing in the low light, and Selene dashes through them. Her tail wags. It's as she looks up to the sky that she's truly in awe. She barks, barks at the stars where she sees them. Searching. The stars are insane. They're beautiful, and Selene adores them. So many stars, and she finds herself searching for the ones she recognizes. The ones she knows and loves, the constellations that light up her absolute world. Constellations. She knows some of them, enough of them, and the stories that match. She wanted to learn. There was more to learn, more to see. Right. the scorn of the moon |
Kieryn Adravendi |
She was being rather naughty.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |