Silverlight Terrace Inland

aditya was running.

it had been a while since he engaged in a good lope, and though he felt the strain and the fatigue much sooner than he would have as a young man, he still enjoyed the feeling of the wind whistling past his ears, the ground falling away beneath him.

only the sight of her drew him to a relative stop, and then her scent—her wonderfully salt-tinged scent.

the sea. . .

adi stood upon a rise, gaze trained upon her, waiting for her to notice him, too. to make the first move. and even in this dazzling display of moonlit fur, he thought of that opposite,

tytonidae

he'd seek her out. eventually.