The Sunspire the world was on fire

Lost in her thoughts, the gentle flick of her ear was given in surprise at the gentle greeting, her muzzle tipping over her shoulder to square her exotic gaze upon the iron Allgemeines. It was not the golden form of the boy who had surged emotions from her--it wasn't likely she would see him again. Stigmata's proud frame was a welcome sight all the same, and the thoughts of the past quickly evaporated as she chose to enjoy the present.

"Stigmata," she whispered, her smoky voice lacing the cold winter air with softness. The tilt of her slender hip was given in encouragement of his company, her tail giving a low swish through the air as she allowed her muscles to relax, her form stilling in deference to her leader.