Moonspear We move like the ocean

She had scarcely begun scaling the slopes when Floki came flying down toward her, embracing her in a reckless hug. Wildfire laughed, pressing her nose against his ear (only just resisting the urge to poke a tongue into it) and drawing in his scent. Her amber eyes closed as she simply basked in it a moment, then they reopened as the two of them began exchanging little kisses.

"I missed you too," she told him, taking a step back. "It was driving me to distraction, honestly," she admitted with a cheerful cant of her head. "But it went well! I'm sure that once I unload everything on Charon and Ame, I'll have earned my stripes as both an ambassador and a ranger," she reported with a wide sweep of her black tail.

"And guess what," she continued a little breathlessly, not giving Floki any opportunity at all to actually guess before she declared, "Today's my birthday!" It wasn't as important of a milestone as reaching adulthood, yet it was still something worth noting, Wildfire felt. She had been alive for one whole year, seen the turn of the seasons in totality and everything. Wow.