this night sky has me wishing for the light

The dark one, he is so gentle in his approach to many things. His paw steps had been light and carefully placed upon his entrance to the caverns, this she heard when he had first entered; and his voice is soft to the ear, putting her at ease as she hears them converse only moments before she is spotted. He turns slowly, his bright blue eyes striking against the darkness as he watches her strangely, wishing her to come closer and to speak with them. She is hesitant in this moment, unsure of whether she should do as he wishes, and yet the other comes forward with his request the same. His voice is not so tender but the words he speaks settles the unease in her mind and she is given to step cautiously around from the bend she is hidden behind, her teal eyes diverting from either of the two in a bout of nervousness as she suddenly becomes painfully self-aware.

The other speaks to the star gazer now as she slowly moves forward, her attention breaking from one to the other as she goes, never allowing her guard to be taken down in these early moments of introduction. The second carries along in his questioning until the one of black and earth tones speaks to them both. She hesitates to answer as she comes to a halt just beyond the two of them, allowing the star-speaker to view her from his peripheral vision for the moment as she waits for the other to finish speaking. “I am not born of Moladion, I do not know.” Her voice is softly spoken, the tones rich in timbre although utterly feminine in the most unique form. It is a calming voice and one that she has used on many occasions to settle those that needed to be comforted. Now, it is she that needs comfort.

Her response was given to them both, her ears perking at the strange word the one of midnight had called her. He is a quirky one, so different from the placid demeanor that the blue-eyed male carries, and yet it is not an appalling feature for him to wear. “What are your names?” She questions boldly, her delicate face tilting slightly as she regards them both for a long moment.

nine years - no paramour - no home!