The night was alive with fireflies and crickets, singing their chorus of buzzes and chirps, and so she danced under the light of the crescent moon—her golden coat glistening with life as the stars twinkled above from infinite miles away. She sprung from the precipice of a rock, her white legs long before she regained purchase on the other side of the narrow gap, spinning in a tight circle before rearing and tossing her head with the sheer joy of movement. She laughed loudly, her voice light and airy, joining the song of the summer. An entrancing display, almost reckless, but not without grace.
Irshi adored the energy of the night—it was sacred, a secret time when she felt the strongest. She imagined endless possibilities with each setting sun, and welcomed the company of the entire universe stretching endlessly over her. Never once had she felt alone. Everything was familiar—the very makeup of the scratchy earth, cool air and beads of sweat on her skin were born from something or someone that came before, and now reshaped into something that felt new. Youth was far from the beginning—it was simply a continuation of a page finished in one book and begun again in another. The story would always go on.
The scent of children was unique—sweet like a flower and as clean as a mountain spring. They were here in abundance, waiting for her to catch their eye. Her lip curled into an impish smile at the thought as she continued to dart and prance from tree to tree, enticing them with her playful nature.
IRSHI
kahraman x nekharat
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