~ the dark goddess moves within me;
to me she brings the fruit of the hidden
Uh hello... the boy's voice fills the still midnight air “I’m, uh, Kuba. It’s nice out, right?” she stiffles another sob and simoutaneously drops her damp eyes to her leg in an attempt to wipe away her sadness. With another sniffle she raises her head to find the dark washed boy only mere inches away. Numbly she nods an answer to his question...
"Kuba... I am Vesna." she whispers into the space between them.
Yes, it is nice... and dark. And a bit spooky. If she were to be really honest with him. "It is nice tonight," she agrees with a slow nod of her crown and a shake of her knotted, windswept tresses. "Have you ever been here?" she asks simply.
Never had she been to the Falls, nor should she of ventured here alone. Brother had warned her against leaving the Peak - to stay where she would be safe. Yet, she finds herself here. Alone (well not now) at this dark midnight hour. She lifts her dark honey gaze to stare at the strange boy - the dramatic curve of his nose - and the kind look in his eyes.
At-least he seemed like he wouldnt hurt her. He did not look like a goblin. And he didn't smell like a swamp dwelling beast. So surely, he must be nice.
OF THE DARK MOONdraft x - 17.0 hh - 2 years old - Blue Roan Pintaloosa
Solomon x Daciana 
