Life was a pleasant kind of simple for the dark girl dusted with stars. She and her siblings had passed their first birthday, and though they were all decidedly different from one another the love she felt for her family was unrivaled, and she knew they felt the same. Despite her father’s persistence they all still lived in the same den and piling in atop them every night was the best feeling in the world! They were a pile of black and white with only the flash of Vort’s tail and the flecks of Tzad’s coat to differentiate and regardless of papa’s complaining she knew he must love it too. She had inherited much from her father, from, her dark coat, the lankiness of her form, but more than anything her imagination and thirst for adventure.

While her father was more in search of glory and a thrilling tale, the slender girl longs for the worlds of what others call fairy tales and stories; to her though it is much more than make believe. The realms of fairies and nymphs fill her dreams, thoughts of trolls and gnomes lurking behind trees or in the creek beds, and ever the stars dancing above fill her head with lofty ideas. The world of dreams and reality were not different to her, she believed that if a thing existed in her dreams then why would it not in the ‘real’ world as well? Her days were spent lounging in the fields on the edges of the forest, the sun warming her dark coat, or chasing butterflies on the long, lanky limbs that maturity had graced her with. She is nowhere near full grown, nor is she as sleek and agile as she will be once matured, but the grace she will one day possess is already undeniable.

Nights, however, nights are her most favorite time of all, especially on clear ones such as this when not a cloud can be seen in the sky. Nights like this she is roused from her sleep with a driving need to see the blanket of starlit sky stretching far overhead. With practiced ease he extricates herself from the tangle of family that blanket the floor, stepping over snouts and tails until she is out of the cave and trotting down the familiar paths. Heading south she aims toward the hill near the southern border, a pile of land in a clearing that offered the best and widest view of the glittering night sky short of climbing the mountains of Spirane themselves. On the way however a familiar scent catches her nose and attention, the path having run her very near Zelda’s den. A smile breaks across the young girls features, lighting them up as she veers off course to see her dear friend.

It had been too many moons since she last seen the reddish brown girl with her markings of striking cream, longer still since they had first met beneath these very stars. Her eyes of split violet and gold flick upwards with a smile, winking back at Orion as he watched them from above, this might well have been his idea! She pauses outside of the den instead of peeking in, unsure of who all might be inside these days. Instead she lets out a short bark followed by a quiet ‘awoo’. Her long, dark tail begins waving at her heels, the white which trailed along her entire underside standing in stark contrast to the night. It was a new moon tonight, the lands as dark as they could be which is why the stars which shined so brightly above and called to her so, a feeling she hoped to share with her friend.