There was something different about the cold one could experience on the sandy omni-present beaches of Glorall. It was completely novel, and each day I tried to experience it in a new way. My brother, Commander Grumpy-Butt, busied himself with vague personal problems and his attempts to negotiate his way out of our contractual internment. Far be it for me, his only sister, his only family, to get in his way. Never mind the fact I've barely been able to see him since the autumn of our arrival. Today, I was my own tour guide, nobody looking over me to ensure I do not wander too far or attempt anything silly - who has energy for such schemes?

Today I content myself with navigating the dunes, investigating their scratchy grasses and chasing the tiny crabs as they scampered in and out of their tiny holes. The gentle crashing of waves had become a welcome companion these past weeks and served to accentuate the foreign nature of this place. Wind would occasionally gust over the gentle sandy slopes causing the grass to bend and sing a few notes of an unfinished song, maybe one day I will hear it through.

The sun was high in the sky when a stranger approached clad in a dark black coat finely contrasted by a white underside, much like myself. His gold accents and mismatched eyes certainly set him apart from others I'd met in my months traveling Moladion, he regarded me matter-of-factly and used my name. A shudder works its way up my spine; either I have been more flippant with my name than I realized or I have been on the business end of some far-reaching gossip. He looked sweet enough though wore apathy through a thin veil of feigned interest. It is a nice gesture as I've been treated more coldly by the boys of the old pack who seemed to turn away otherwise avoid my presence. I never understood why.

Confusion sets in as I fail to grasp the situation I find myself in, surely I would have been prepared for such an encounter if it were to be, unless fate or… the New Moon. My tail twitches with irritation at my situation. Sorry for staring, I'm just not used to complete strangers knowing my name, my real name anyway, and I'm afraid you've caught me a bit off guard. I am, in fact, Coquette, and here you have found me. I don't recognize his scent and his unique eyes I would certainly remember, but he seems to behave as though we have met, or at least expected to meet.

It is with a few innocent words, an innocuous question that my eyes go wide and everything. just. stops. You're Luk! The blind date? It's been so long I'd nearly forgotten about that! I was so looking forward to meeting you and now - here we are. Fate can be funny like that I suppose. In an instant my demeanor has brightened like a time so long ago when I was chasing crabs along a strange beach, tail flopping about gently beyond my control. While the gesture is… handsome, the idea is laughable. Even if you were to find my brother he would be far too wrapped up in his own "problems" you would be lucky as I to get a response. I unconsciously close the distance between us, head lowered meekly, a side effect of flattery. So, with my permission, I would love to… date.

Sometimes I wonder if my Quixote ever has adventures like this.