Porcupine Ridge And then the moon, like to a silver bow

Her information was vague, yet treasured all the same, which allowed the woman to think that perhaps he sought the same thing that he thought she was. With a small smile, she replied, "No. Simply a sight-seer, my true interests lie elsewhere." She told him, and rising gracefully dipped her head in gentle farewell. "I must be returning now. Farewell, Streiter. I wish you luck."

with her farewells fading in the air, a single smile more she gave the male before she spun gracefully and tread the way she had come, to the home that was newly hers.