Moonspear Why you were mine, I need you now

Impish smirk that was always present, he offered then. Green eyes alight with laughter and fun and a little bit of danger.  

I will greet Keen. We will see if we can dance our spirits and our stories together. He had a small dose of wariness. He also didn't feel that it would be such a way. He was hard to handle. He knew this. It was one of the reasons he had drove his father to madness and his mother to just laugh at his antics.

There is an otherworldly spell to Moonspear. Echoes of feet that pass by it and those that traced a home among its rocks. There are scars of pain and heartache, but that is what they are scars. They are healed wounds. Enabling all shadows of others to make space. This is what I hear on this mountain.

There was a glow in his eyes now as he moved and spoke. His body seeming to transform of its own accord. Stalking shadows.

Loves and losses. Whispers of sweet nothing, of mothers praises. So much can be told here. Formed here.

Then he smiled apologetically and stopped his movements. Unsure if he had overstepped just now.