She weaves effortlessly through the trees as if they danced with her. Her lithe build curves with her agile movements and her paws caper upon the thinly layered snow as she moves along. Golden rays of the midmorning sunshine illuminate her fiery pelage as it billows in rhythm with her promenade among the wilds. She is akin to a woodland nymph in these raw moments of elation as she embraces the excitement of a soon-to-come spring. Taviora is typically enough for her free spirit but today she yearns for the unknown.

Deft paws are assured as they are placed firmly into the sodden earth before catapulting her forward and over a downed tree that is now adorned in a blanket of slowly melting snow. Droplets of slush scatter in her wake as she lands and progresses onward through the untamed lands outside of her home. It has been some time since she last remembers leaving Taviora but then again her memory has never been all that great to begin with. Even still, with each new venture into the unmarked lands of Moladion she sees through virgin eyes, taking in all that the world has to offer her as if it is her first time once again.

Her mind is uplifted into a supernal state as she absorbs all of the energy that nature is depleting in order to welcome the spring season – it is in this moment that Namira feels physically, spiritually, and mentally freed. Although her enlightened state of mind is soon disrupted as she prances around a bushel only to slam her paws into the ground in order to stop herself from colliding with the silvered stranger. She skids upon the snowmelt and her head is tucked inward toward her chest as she slows to a stop, her nose almost barely touching that of the other’s as she breathes a sigh of relief.

”Oh geeze. I’msosorry. Ohmygoodness. Are you okay??” she spews at about a hundred words per second. Ethereal state lost. But that didn’t matter to Namira now and although she knew that she didn’t physically touch the male, she still must make sure that there was no damage done. She backpedals a bit as pale golden flecked ears are lain back against her skull in an apologetic manner, one paw lifted off of the ground as she crouches on her hind legs. She nearly has to bite her tongue from causing any more words to gush into the open. Oh, and today had been so lovely. Surely he isn’t angry.