Sorry for the wait, was having trouble with 'Ever-muse'
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The wind rustled the thick pine tree branches gently and moved the shadows on the ground to another place to pool in the light morning brightness. A beam of golden luminosity stirred on her smoky foot until she moved it back into the dark. Grass tickled her elbows in the air currents and caused the perennials to lean on her silvery form. She breathed easily now, more content, her aqua hued eyes finding that the stallion had slowed to the same conclusion. Her gaze drifted back down to the belt she was formed and found the ends falling apart and the flowers slipping from her grasp. Ever ignored the imperfection and began taking apart the buds slightly viciously and let them fall into a heap before her lap.
Suddenly, an unsecure voice broke the raspy sound of leaves against leaves. The noise perked the girl’s auburn ears and caused her to turn her head, curls slipping from her shoulder to her back. He must have been her equal in age, or close, despite the obvious youth of fear in his dark features. She found him rather appealing, at first, as she listened to his quiet voice greet her awkwardly. Gaze dropped immediately at the mention of her state as well as her ears, lowering and blending with her mane. Ever stood, throwing up a protective mask she was used to yielding.
“Do not leave,”
The girl said sensitively. She had been very alone since Ezra’s disappearance and found a cool relief in the sense of meeting someone new. It wasn’t rare for her to encounter another. However, it was unusual for her to be even this far from the borders. Another breeze ruffled her garment and fur, carrying the boy’s scent to her auburn dusted muzzle. He was an Arte. That much was clear from the sweet-acid like scent that was unknown to her as paint. Since the accidental encounter with Shawchert, Ever had not even neared the territory. Immediately interest aroused in her and she stepped forward, closing the space between the two silver speckled wolves. Reddish ears could hear the snorts of disapproval from Saphraine.
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