Blackfeather Woods waiting for something or someone to show you the way

Special places. The spirit had already understood that the places were special; after all, she had followed the trails to them and had tested the bones that lay there. The words the Gods spoke were not always sensical, but the spirit did not need them to be. Life seemed boring if you would only follow higher deities' words. The crypticality of their words was perfect for the spirit, for it left her enough to puzzle. She wondered if Legs thought the same or if she preferred to ask the gods for the things that she wanted.

The question drew her from her thoughts and the spirit looked up to the moon once more. The word 'ugly' was a word that the spirit did not really understand, because its meaning had not been directly taught to her and she had heard it used in many different contexts. She did not instantly recognise it as a negative thing. She thought a moment before she said: "The moon makes us light up. Not just anyone, just us." She looked at Legs, stark white eyes searching for the mismatched ones of her counterpart and said: "Legs, don't you want to shine?" While skulking and sneaking was one of the spirit's specialties, she still loved to stand in the moonlight and shine. Sunlight lit up just anyone, but the moonlight saved its light for them alone.