Moonspear forty winks

When her blonde frame touched against the black of his, Atlas grounded himself and stood well to support any amount of weight that she wished to press against him. The lightness of her body was almost unreal to him; he could never imagine being small. Yet he had been just a young pup a year prior to that – he had known many of the same things that Meerkat did. When he had been nothing more than a boy who was old enough to speak, Atlas remembered dreaming of trekking to the high peaks of the mountain and gazing down at his family’s home.
 
Sharing that moment with Meerkat left him with radiating warmth in his body. The thrum of his heart settled, and he looked to the younger girl with a mixed expression of surprise and joy. She wanted to watch the sun set – with him – and to wait until the stars came out. The inkwell yearling could hardly contain the happiness that this suggestion had filled inside of him.
 
“O-okay. I’ve always wanted someone to watch the stars come out with me,” Atlas said to her in a rugged voice that hung on his tongue. The shade was almost bashful as he bumped his shoulder to her gently.