Phoenix Maplewood Grace, beauty, and other girly synonyms.

Grace's smile widened slightly and the russet female felt herself trust Luna a little more. This female knew what she'd gone through, they had a mutual past; at least sort of. This is something they could bond over, something to make a friendship out of, maybe even a reason to trust each other. Even if Grace wasnt socialized properly, instincts kicked in eventually; she felt like she could trust Luna. 
         "It is nice knowing I'm not alone."