Stone Circle Twinkle Twinkle

Ira seemed to murmur to herself, but if the other listened closely she might make out her complimenting Korei on a pretty name. A cold breeze seemed to ruffle her fur wind whipping at her as the longer locks of fur around her neck and cheeks drifted out from the wind. I felt restless so I decided to take a small walk. When the breeze past she let golden orbs flick open again to the sky. It's a nice night. I don't usually look to the sky, but it can be pretty when the sky is clear.