Broken Antler Fen stonemoss

Beneath the light of the moon the other woman was radiant. There was a sheen to her coat as all the white-tipped hairs caught the light, meanwhile the rust quality of her ochre face and top-line competed; the most striking thing to Ibis was the shine of her blue eyes, almost transformed to silver with the borrowed glow.

There was an invitation to get closer and Ibis was already moving to do so, her steps weighted by sadness, the rest of her staring outright. Had she been in her right mind Ibis might have blushed and apologized; she felt only awe, and cautiously reached out to play at the woman's scruff, to watch the moonlight dance.