Ouroboros Spine Fly me to the moon

Shikoba did not sleep tonight. Recently she had been dealing with her nightmares, and even the presence of her husband in her sleeping place did little to rest her troubled mind. She told him she only wanted to take a walk, to clear, to process, to distract.

She hadn’t expected it turn into border patrol, but perhaps that came with the price of it all, with her title and all. She could see the politeness that emanated from the girl’s body, and the older woman approached with a stiff trot, fur jostling about until she finally comes to stand before the girl, too tired to put on the tough facade.

Sulfuric eyes look upon her kindly. “You are on the borders of Moonglow. What is it you seek?” Her tone is kind, kinder than those she has greeted in the past. This girl looks to be young, polite, quiet. She watches and listens patiently for an answer.