The bend in her path is rounded as she jogs onward ever so gracefully. It is not until a grouping of fire fairies light up a dark figure does she notice her impending company just up the way. His form is half laying, half sitting as if he cannot decide whether or not he wants to relax. But as she draws closer he must have decided that sitting was far more appropriate for acknowledging an oncoming pack member – although to Namira it really didn’t matter how he greeted her. Lavender orbs shift toward him as they shimmer amidst the moonlight in an ethereal manner. The trail of honeysuckle scent that flows behind her finally catches up as she slows to a halt before the leisurely male.

Perhaps he hated the smell of honeysuckle and yet it overjoyed her to be one with such a beautiful plant. She hopes that he is not offended by her smell – seeing as most of the population care not to douse themselves in the odor very often. ”Good evening.” she responds eloquently in a manner as calm as the night. Her eyes find their way to his face and the strange markings that he carries upon it as they are lit only slightly by the pale moon. His own eyes are striking enough to stop her heart entirely and she can barely manage another breath as she becomes lost in their glittering swirls of color. A few blinks snaps her from such a trance as the crackling of a twig within the trees breaks the silence. ”Oh my.” she murmurs softly as one ear flicks back toward the sound. But there is no other stirring thereafter.

”You are one of the stars.” she speaks once again in a gentle manner as realization dawns upon her. She does not know him personally and yet she is aware of his heritage and the markings that he bears. Zaphkiel and a few others also carry these speckles upon their coats. Very little knowledge is spread of these line of wolves but she has always been curious. Now she is so lucky to have one within her presence. ”Oh, I’m Namira.” she smiles, a bit embarrassed, as she introduces herself a tad too late.