Lone Star Mountain III

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His eyes, his body language, his overall demenor told Lunaria that he was wary of her presence. As to be expected — anyone being approached unannounced by a stranger had every right to be on their guard. Though it was in the fae's nature to seek random company at her lonesome for the purpose of talking their ear off; an extrovert's folly.

"If you think I've arrived to attack, you're wrong." She said with a warm smile, dipping her head low and softly wagging her tail to show that she wasn't a threat. The boy looked a bit younger than her, assumably a yearling, and would've had a similar coloration as her if it weren't for the light peppering that scattered his body — a darker alternative to Macaria's own coat. "Come to enjoy the view as well?"