Wapun Meadow hunger sated

@Zhenya

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Whereas the Sister had been playing coy not too long ago, it seemed her teasing games had finally ended, and she once again decided to smile down upon Nimue. The previous night, she'd been blessed to discover a fully intact rabbit, it's tantalying meat unwanted by the one that had ended it. Then, recently, she'd found a burrow of mice, which had supplied her with another meal, albeit smaller. The hunger that had clawed at her stomach, stolen her dreams from her and forced her back to the mortal realm, had been quelled, leaving the white lady free to dance and sing with her Sister.

Her aimless travels had brought the woman to a quaint little meadow, littered with moonlit flowers that appeared as little blurs of pinks, oranges, and yellows against a sea of blue green grass. Sister Moon was high in the sky, alighting Nimue's path as always, her loving moonbeams encouraging every step the colorless female took. The eternal song she almost always hummed had heightened to a full on tune, and she found herself freely racing across the meadow, light as a feather beneath her Sister's gaze. She ran at a leisurely pace, clearly in no true rush to get anywhere, and would occasionally perform a graceful spin, dancing with the moonlight. She simply could not contain this fleeting moment of joy!

When fatique began to tug at her senses, she slowed her pace to a halt, allowing her body to rest, but her soul continued on, still eagerly singing the eternal song. She canted back her head, pointed her dusty pink nose skyward, and parted her jaws with a melodous, wispy howl. It was soft and faintly eerie, two adjectives that could describe the ghostly woman's entire existance, and would likely only be heard by those nearby. Yet she cared not for who heard it; it was entended for the Sister.
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