Moonspear Starless Nights

She watched and read Sialuk's expression, which grew concerned after she had spoke. For a moment, her own face was unreadable. Then, paired with the far away light in her eyes, she smiled slowly. Calmly. Thoughts of him and that night invaded every corner of her mind. She couldn't help it, to keep such feelings at bay.

Shamelessly blissing out, the inkjet Archer rolled, silk like onto her back. As if suspended in a dream like state. Something had come over her. She laughed, a short trill of a sound. "Oh, only given me the most magical night of my life..." Her usual smooth voice was gone, replaced by one who might be spellbound. But that night has been some time ago. His scent, regrettably, was no longer mixed in her fur. She would share more juicy details with Sialuk, should she wish to hear more.