Silverlight Terrace her collars of the moonshine's watery beams

oooh yes! absolutely ;D

After splintering away from her hunts with her daughters, then a brief patrol that had kept her low on the slopes, she finally slid past the defenses and went beyond into the moonlit valleys for no reason other than herself. The tensions at home still ran high with all that had managed to trickle back, and to her, the damage had been done in the absences--some, more so than others. Now, in her efforts to keep her head above their tumult and keep her guards up accordingly all at once, she knew she must keep her balance best of all as she let them dig their graves--or come crawling back to her. For now, they had the choice still and she stood poised enough to wait them out.

Across the valley, however, she cut herself a straight path into the night, undaunted and on alert. It was this route that veered her towards another shadow, however unwittingly at first. Only once the winds shifted, subtle enough for only those who were listening, did she gain anything beyond a sliver of moonlight on a silhouette to draw her (investigative and in need of distraction) in to find out more. Even with that in mind, she did still intend to close in on her light, quiet trot.