Lost Creek Hollow Bloody Veil

Ilya didn't respond to the comment about Arabella, she simply sat and stared at the moon. It was strange to her, just as it was to Mordecai, but she appeared to be falling in love with it. The red gleamed in her blue eyes when she stared and a small smile was apparent on her face, even when speaking in a confused tone. Ilya felt that she was different. She was born somewhere strange and raised in an odd circumstance. This moon, it was strange, it was different. She felt close with the red, and she enjoyed it's presence. 

"I hope one day to find a wolf who knows about it, I would love to learn," she responded, although her soft voice showed that she seemed to only be thinking out loud. Perhaps it was only to not be rude and respond, or maybe the black wolf was just too lost in her thoughts.

She paused, looking back to Mordecai, then looked forward, her tail swishing beside her. She hadn't expected to be asked anything, much less what she thought. Not for status reasons, but simply because she hadn't expected it. She blinked a few times, and looked down.

"I'm not sure," she responded quietly. "I don't believe in any Gods... But this always made me wonder. Perhaps it's a sign. Maybe a warning," she shrugged a little before looking to him, giving a slightly chuckle and a shake of her head. "Realistically though, it's probably got something to do with the stars. They're bright enough, perhaps their brightness sometimes shines onto the moon."