It is a quiet summer’s night, early in its rebirth as darkening ripples of purple, blue, and pink give their last exhale within the sky before the sun’s touch is gone. Nightfall is always such a magical time and one that is always enjoyed by the fire-born nymph. Her fantasies become real and she waits nearly all day to behold the moments in which she is free within the moonlight.

Her deep russet coat shines brilliantly beneath the cool tones of Mother Moon as she weaves so effortlessly through the forest with deft paws. The trees, the moss, the bushes, the flowers… all of it would forever be her home and she knows it well enough to run even with her eyesight taken from her. For now she follows the blinking lights of the fire fairies as they dance with her beneath the moonlight along a well-worn path that she has taken for many nights on end. They move in synchronization with her as she saunters so smoothly through the silver-lit woodland in peace. It is moments like these in which the normally exuberant Namira is transformed into a calm, spiritual energy in which she absorbs the aura of the world around her.

Lavender colored eyes hide themselves behind red lids as she follows only her memory, sense of touch, and smell further down the path. It is one in which she had taken Midna once upon a time and where she spends most of her alone time when not socializing with other Taviorans. But the change of leadership has her hurrying back to her hideaway so that she may prepare a spiritual blessing upon Amoxtli and the pack for their breath of new life.

Pale toned eyes open again as she advances upon a bend in her path and her pace slows gently to a stop as she curiously dips her nose into a bushel of honeysuckle flowers. Their smell is heavenly and it is only her wish to smell as delightful as they. She gathers a grouping of them within her jaws and pulls them from their stems, dropping them into a small pile before suddenly rolling within them haphazardly. She rises and the aroma all but engulfs her, sending her into a state of euphoria. Her voice is lifted to the stars as she sings softly of her bliss, a sound that caresses the wind lightly and not to be heard by all.

Her gaze shifts back down to earth as she refocuses upon her purpose for travelling to her secret spot and she is carrying onward down the path once more at a leisurely jog, following the bouncing trails of the fire fairies.