Northstar Vale Afterglow

The bushes slowly parted to reveal the reason she came back; all the thoughts and feelings she wanted to share with her vanished. Oh, but how beautiful her pale fur shone under the moonlight! Was she a moonstone from the quarry, or was she a true living being in front of her? Golden gaze lingered on her as the duck entered the clearing with the skin she carries around.
 
Agana did not move an inch when Kukutux approached her. Her small, frail body carried not only the skin, but some other objects she was unaware of. Did she think of redecorating? Golden gaze glanced at her, but did not dare to speak. When she lifted her jadestone gaze to face her, she remained, once again, speechless.
 
She couldn’t speak; words stung her neck to fly out, but she did not dare open her jaws. Of course, she did not think this out too well; now she is here, and what will she say to her?  After all the duck was the one that leaned onto her, but was it wrong that she accepted it? Maybe she shouldn’t have, maybe it was wrong. Golden gaze could no longer keep up to hers, so she glanced down, ashamed.