* At the Thought of Touching You

Feeling her way through Moladion was slowly getting easier for the blind Phantom Angel. She was learning the lay of the land by tedious steps, and becoming familiar with such a broad landscape enthused and shocked her. Her heart hammered in her chest at the thought of dating, it had never occurred to find suitors, assuming that Fritjof would be the only wolf who wanted her. Her white eyes glisten against the snow she could not see, light seeming to illuminate the mother of pearl designs within her irises and the bright tans, creams, and chestnut of her coat. Grey splashed toes splay out in the snow, front paws reaching far ahead of her body as she stalks along the bank of the river until she hears the voices and cheerful greetings of feminine strangers.

Moving along in her own pace, Heartless takes the time to steel her nerves and keep her course. She is nervous, jittery, but excited and curious. These keep her paws moving, wanting to know what Moladion had to offer by way of bachelor. It was a strange concept to think of, picking her own mate rather than her parents doing it as they would have in her homeland. When she reaches the throng, she clears her throat and introduces herself, "Hello, I am Heartless. It is nice to meet you all." Her smile is kind, expression open and honest as she keeps her gaze on the snow at her paws. It would be obvious by her lack of heated aroma that she is already pregnant, though not too far along. She would need someone with patience and an understanding of her motherly nature towards life. Baby fever had killed her want to preserve herself, but now she was ready to give her heart away once again. Maybe this time he wouldn't send her blind and alone to an unfamiliar place.