Dragoncrest Cliffs lucrurile astea

It was not hard to miss the pale paragon as she sat seraph-like atop her boulder, nightfall enveloping her as she whispered a lost name into the dusky void. She truly was beautiful. Not just in a physical sense but in the way she spoke and carried herself as well. It was angelic, hypnotic and terribly intimidating.

Just one glimpse of her made the russet opkepa feel insecure about everything there was to feel insecure about and yet she couldn't help but steal a few more glances, entranced by the siren who's very presence made her heart flutter.

"Hey" she finally let out as she slipped from the cover of shadows, tail brushing gently against her hocks as she moved to lap at the water's edge. She had never gotten the chance to thank Aure for her help during that stormy night and as she waited for any response from kru, Rose let her mind race with how to word her gratitude.