The sky turns golden as the sun reaches to reunite with the horizon as it does every evening, like lovers embracing after a long day away from each other’s arms. The golds, the pinks, the purples, all the colors that signal the end of the day and celebrate another day of living reflect off the white snow and onto the pale coat of Jaci, it is a light hue, but enough to give her an almost heavenly appearance. She closes baby blues and allows the last remaining sunshine to warm over her dished face. It gently brushes upon her cheeks, eyelids, nostrils, and every where in between. It was a satisfying feeling. She breathes a silent sigh of content. Although Jaci lives for the night, there was no part of the day to her that was not beautiful. Whether the sun hung in the sky above them all like a mystical orb, or if a light rain was falling, drenching the world in life-giving water. Or perhaps a dark night, when snow would fall hushed upon the earth, and the whole world was as silent as butterfly kisses. There was beauty in every corner and Jaci wished to experience all of it, the wanderlust in her heart beating fiercely as a mountain lion.

After she makes her request to have him watch the moon with her, blue eyes look up at the two colored stallion, peering into his stormy amber eyes. He smiles and she instantly knows that she would have a companion for her nighttime wanderings this evening. Once more, just as she had in the moon ground, she dances lightly on those pale, nimble hooves of hers for a moment or two, her heart beating faster with glee. “Good, because I’d be sad if you didn’t,” she says, maybe, probably not.

Jaci nudges his shoulder lightly before turning to stand beside him, letting baby blues rove upwards as the sky continues to darken. Ears, small and pointed, turn to his direction as he speaks. As eh speaks of the night sky, her heart swells with what could only be considered true and real love for the time of the day diminished of all light, save for the moon and stars. “I was born beneath a full moon. My mother said when I opened my eyes she saw the stars in them,” her smile grows softer now, more contemplative. “My grandmother is named Starlet, and since I looked just like her, they wanted to name me after her,” her voice is gentle. “I guess it was my destiny to be a lover of the night,” and her last sentence is just above a whisper. “Now, Hurricane,” voice growing in volume and playfulness. “How did you be come to be named after the storm?” She asks, although she cans till see the fire storm whirling behind those eyes of amber, her own of baby blues almost searching for the cause of he raging behind his strong, masculine gaze.

Orkaan wants to hear a story, lots of people do. Baby blues glaze over for a moment, trying to recall an old favorite of hers. “It was the first story I can remember my mother telling me,” her eyes go dreamy. “Once upon a time,” she starts, because that is the way all proper stories ought to begin. As she delves into her story, she feels her mind slipping into the tale, just as if she were actually living it.

There were two friends, Mordecai and Mira. Mordecai was a son of the stars and Mira, a daughter of the moon. They grew up together, on an airy mountaintop both of their families had lived on for years, and years. They were as close as two friends could be. They were known throughout the mountain side for their fierce, fierce friendship. One day, the Sun god, Utano, rose up from his bed of lava beneath the earth and found Mordecai and Mira. He was jealous of their loyalty for one another and the love they felt. He reached down and grabbed the daring Mordecai and threw him into the ocean, wanting he and Mira’s friendship to be broken forever.

But Utano underestimated how much Mira truly cared for her best friend. She went to the shaman of the mountainside, the eldest mare of all of the villagers, to seek guidance. The shaman gave her an amulet made of stardust and that only her love for Mordecai would guide her and that it would glow when she came near him.

Mira searched high and low for many days, until the amulet upon her neck glowed as bright as the stars from whence it was created. The beautiful Mira found Mordecai in a sea cave off the water. Utano had done much more damage than just toss him in the ocean. His spirit was gone. But Mira, the ever loyal and faithful Mira, never left his side for many days. She wept and she prayed and she thought of all the wonderful times they had together. For all of this time, she asked for one thing, for his spirit to be returned to him.

And it worked.

Her love brought him back to life.
Proving love is more powerful than death.

Jaci finished her story and she finds that some where in the tale she had leaned her head against his strong shoulder, but her eyes never left the stars. “Did you like it?” She asks, her reckless smile growing as she turns to him expectantly. Her story, albeit a small tale, with a simple message, was one of her favorites. A tale she wished to pass down for generations, just as it had been when the story of Mira and Mordecai had been when it first reached young, snow white ears. The snow angel returns his gaze to the night sky, as the moonlight illuminates the pair of star gazers, standing the cold as the snow sparkles, and their icy breath billows around them.