Dawnlark Plains white sun, the upswing

✹☾❂

 

She found the wolf to be immediately charming. His manner of speaking was warm, and she quite appreciated the forwardness of his approach. Eleuthera was a social creature and loved nothing more than to maintain her relationships, but the initial introductions always seemed insurmountable. Thankfully, this hurdle was already broached, here. The fact that he was looking at her admiringly was quickly dismissed, for she was doing the exact same thing. They were similar in hue, though he was a sea of mottled shades and she was even-toned. Both refined, both equally as beautiful. 

Eleuthera smiled a sweet twist of a grin, looking down at her pointed toes at his compliment. ”Oh, thank you…” she responded, suddenly feeling her cheeks flush with color at the recognition of her singing talent. She had never been especially loved for her singing before, but perhaps the sadness nowadays — the soul behind it — gave it a weight that resonated with so many sad others. She glanced up, collecting her frame neatly upon seated haunches. The sun was setting, Eleuthera was newly stirring and had the bright energy of the early morning. She desired at that moment, above all else, a conversation.

“I’m Eleuthera — and you? also, what is a sea shanty?"

Lets say this thread occurs before this one?