Dragoncrest Cliffs take it on the run, baby

excuse my dopey writing, a lil out of steam/muse ;(

Again, evening was drawing it’s blazing, darkening cloak across the winter sky. The redwoods were awash in scarlet, as they usually were at this time; and again, Aure had retreated to the towering sequoias.

The brana, silvered as ever, began to make her weary return to retire early from patrols and Hougeda. It was her intention to rise alongside those other nocturnal creatures. The winter solstice had just been yesterday Eve, and she intended to spend tonight scouting the cosmos in full. A faint thrill went through her, anticipation for the stars to burn awake; apphrension from being kept from the trade she so fervently made to improve upon. For a moment, she cast her argent gaze to heavens; and chewed into her cheek that these earthen giants continued to covet the skies from her.

Her paws, lithe and fleeting, ferried her on the memory of the other night and to the redwood she’d since taken to sleeping in. In the setting daylight, it was clearer to her now why the chekra had been so hesitant to share it with her. What seemed like a cavern to her must have looked like some burrow’s entrance to him.

Lingering was a bad idea—as her mind preened at the idea of finding solace in Teekon’s constellations, her fur pointedly decided to shiver out in ruffles.

She didn’t let herself think or flush at those other memories, and quickly ducked inside. Kicking up a makeshift nest of leaves and nettles and loam, the astronomer swiveled several times before melting into a snowball with a soft huff. Finally settled, she gave a gentle sigh, lay down her head, and closed her eyes.

But even then, a pair of silvery-blues that were not her own stared back at her.

La naiba! 

Grimacing to herself, she flung both paws across her snout as a flurry of nerves broke out underfur. She remained like this, discomfited, before she sensed another presence wandering closer and closer. Before even considering who or what it may be, Aure rose to her paws and pushed her way out of her hollow and into the gloam.

Her wondering eyes peered into the deepening light before finding and falling on a dark, plush pelt, such a contrast to her own wraith-white; the girlish, oblivious twinge in her heart that she hesitated against leapt for it. But she stood where she was, rooted by some sensibility she still retained, for she saw too that the eyes scoring about were not duo and gleaming - but glittering orange and searching.