Blacktail Deer Plateau As the shadows fall

Blue smiled at his small confession. Truth be told she could very well relate. She was always busy throughout the day, she never got a chance to look up or even down for that matter, but at night she could do both and she could do them at her leisure. Though it made for a late night usually, as she could never get enough of the interminable sweetness of the night air and the stars. Yes it is isn't it. It helps that when we want to be alone with our thoughts we can hide a little better than most too yes. She was not ashamed to say that as her teenage years had rolled around, she had often disappeared into the cloak of darkness that night had to offer to get away from her parents. She had never gone far, just far enough to breath without them being right there. Though if she thought on it, her father had probably been hidden in the shadows as well watching her, keeping her safe. How she missed that man. Blue Willow could remember all the stories of her youth. Granted it had been her parents trade and one she had to learn. So it was survival that she learned them all. And she liked how they took hold on your imagination and let you soar away from where you were. Blue Willow chuckled a soft sound. Oh thank you very much Atticus. She gave him a smile that made her eyes light up in mirth. My father was far better than me though, I wish you could hear him tell a story. He would hold you captive with his voice until the very end. Her father had an emotional voice, he was an emotional story teller. He could paint pictures with words that made even the simpliest or harshest wolf respond. So tell me Atticus since you are thinking anything paramount? Did you have a stroke of genius while you pad among the shadows? She smiled at him with her question. He by no means had to answer her, but she found she liked talking to him. He was easy to talk to much like his brother and sister.