The pearl vixen wakes from her long slumber, the morningnsun shining into her golden gazers. Her ivory maw splits open widely into a large yawn, and her auds flick, listening to the whipper-wills singing and the bees buzzing.
The fae stands up, her top half low to the terra, and her bottom half in the air, as she stretches her back and fores, her toes stretched as far as possible, claws unseathed. She stands back up and shakes her pelt, then trots over to the half of the ledge where the sun had heated it. The femme lays down lazily on the heated rock, sprawling out and closing her orbs sleepily.
After a short nap, the female stands up, restretches, and trots across the ledge until she reaches the edge. Once there she climbs to a higher ledge, and keeps going even higher. The ivory ess finaly reaches her destination, the top of the cliff, and trots away, heading towards Sacred Stones.
"Hear my tales," she whispers.
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