Moonspear what a beautiful life away

Exhaling with a gratifying rush, she was pleased to have goaded him into motion so easily and waved her tail happily. Still, every footfall came with a careful, delicate touch that her want to move faster threatened to overturn the second she let it -- the allure of an aggressive romp was there, and she knew he was a willing playmate for such even with mountain underfoot. She gave a few restless tosses of her head but soon settled somewhere in the middleground, eyes on him, but ears quivering suspiciously backward.

She always swore she felt them near. Maybe it was all in her head, or perhaps even because they always were in some manner: each a little piece of her that resonated with her in a way no one else ever could or would. She didn't know for sure, these were all first-time feelings that evolved and changed with each moon that passed and they grew -- as did she right alongside them all.

And, to test what she could do, she wheeled back onto Charon and playfully bumped her shoulder against his before springing forward again. This time faster, further, with even more force behind her motions to put space between her and rendezvous.. and to set the baiting lure, should they truly be pursued enough to an earnest chase.