Wild Berry Meadow for once, we are fine

Praying was an important aspect of her life, her parents life, her packs life. The sand statue wagged her tail tip slightly, the rustling of the leaves went completely ignored by her. As time went by, she learned to ignore outside sounds when she prayed, blocking them out like a shield. It was definitely not a good strategy, especially now when she was no longer under Evenfallian protection. Still, Hemera was unaware she was no longer alone in the clearing, her eyes still closed.

"Zhank you, Lord of Light, for giving me this meal," she began, quietly, the rustling of the leaves intensifying with every word, "For casting your divine Light upon me," the lady rose her voice (not so ladylike), opening her eyes to a shadow standing not so far away from her. Who dared to interrupt her prayer?

A small, fairy shadow; a female she presumed from the smell, delicate, her blue gaze casting a certain aura of purity. Her dark fur shone brightly under the autumnal sun, not a single strand sticking out of her mane. The light woman stood up, approaching slightly while still keeping a safe distance, fairy body sliding across the leaves, "I see an Ocean of Light in your eyes," Her eyes reminded her of someone, a Saint perhaps, someone she knew long ago, she was not sure. Hemera glanced at the other woman slightly younger than her, tilting her head to the side, never taking her eyes off of the shadow.