Confronting Sky had tamed the tension that kept her shy of others. She would remain antisocial, better suited to her own thoughts, but she no longer felt such revulsion toward ordinary conversation. It had happened the instant she had realized her mistake. She was wary still, and cold, but no longer incapable of interaction.
Her greeting returned, Dusk stepped closer, intense orange eyes watching the little young woman with interest. Her lavender eyes were strange. There was wisdom in them that did not quite equate to the youth of her face. Dusk was curious and unsettled, but unafraid. Though mysterious, the stranger was no threat to her. By now, the hybrid would have sensed any foulness, and so far none existed between them.
Snow... yes, she responded quietly. Her gaze drifted upward to the ashen clouds swirling in fragments among the leaves, too thick and angry for rain. Yes, Autumn was almost over, and she had enjoyed very little of it. Soon, the trees would be bare and the dead leaves underfoot would be replaced by thick drifts of snow. It would be cold, Winter suited Dusk, too. Looking back to the tawny female, she noted dully, It seems too early.
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