The Sunspire size of the moon

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The full moon had her alight, so it felt, anyway. The dried sea-salt stuck in her coat from her time at the beach also contributed to this. It had been so long since she had last appeared like this, so it was a welcome change.

Her tail wavered gently when she smelled Jace first and looked up to see him, cloaked in shadows as he was but unmistakably him. Her attention dropped from the soggy doe briefly. Ah, Jace, she chuffed in greeting, now a tad more mindful of her position in relativity to his.

Come have some, she invited with a gesture of her muzzle, not knowing of his previous woes or his weight loss just yet. The moon, having stolen her focus, kept her perception less on others for now.. that, and Jace was not obvious in his suffering. Scavenging was strangely good today and my travels worthwhile, and the moon is so full.. So to her, it seemed reason enough to enjoy the plentiful times while they had it.