Wapun Meadow hunger sated

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She was greeted by the sound of crunching grass, telling the white lady where to look if she wished to peak at her companion. Not that it made much of a difference; even when knowing where to look, the agouti woman still blended too well with the environment to look like anything more than a looming shadow, dimly outlined in the Sister's silver rays. Nimue did not move from her position, merely staring up at the other with her wide, pink eyes, head just slightly tilted to the side.

Hearing the other's smooth comment, her distant gaze wandered from the blurred stranger, staring once more up at the moon above and reflecting it's illustrous light. "None are truly alone when Sister Moon reigns high in the sky." A would-be smile twitched at the corner of her pink lips, hidden by the stoic mask she would forever wear. Truthfully, if her isolation stretched too long, she did get lonely, even to the point of panic, but that hadn't happened for a while now, as a lot of strangers had been gracing her presence lately. Still, she believed her words to be true, knowing the Sister would always be there to guide her blurry path, and this was comforting.

She detected no hardness or threat in the other woman's voice, so she did not move. Even if she had, she still wouldn't move, as threats of the mortal realm seeme insignifgant when the etheralm realm was so close. The grey woman had now moved around her body and sought out the spectre's colorless tail, quickly lowering her muzzle and giving the fluffy apendage a sharp tug. Not expecting that, Nimue's hind legs lurched and her body jumped, but it was not a move to defend herself; just a reaction. Instead, she slowly curled her body to the side, sweeping her neck along the ground so as to better see the stranger. What was she up to?

Next came a nip at her shoulder, and the ghostly woman was not as surprised this time, though still perplexed by the other's actions. She nonchalantly turned her head to the side, peering up at the female with wide, questioning eyes. The woman then laughed. Was it a game? Odd.

"You have my attention, sister. Has Her night made you restless? Perhaps you'd like to lay down, too."

Too open for her own good, no doubt. In her constant dreamy state of life, she welcomed all, and thought nothing ill of inviting this random stranger with unknown intentions to rest by her side.
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