Dahozhoni Meadow dancing in the moonlight

once she had washed sangue di sangre off her pelt, there was no fear of reprisal from whatever enemies soto and his ilk had managed to drum up. even if she was apprehended, she could always plead ignorance, captivity, whatever.

this thought allowed her to wander with little care, which brought her to the meadow, and the frolicking fae within.

she was small but well-built, and moved with an abandon that caught fiamma's eye immediately. she watched from a taller patch of scrub-brush, grays poorly hidden among the dull greens and browns. 

this dance seemed to go on for a while, and fiamma had a decision to make. should she approach the dancing doe or return to her temporary camp? she weighed the options for a while, content in her position among the desert foliage.

finally, though, she emerged, pale eyes cutting through the night to rest upon the stranger.

you have a lot of joy, fiamma remarked, smirking. maybe too much, since there's danger in this land.

unsure of why she had taken the approach of potential fright, she stood tall and proud, carefully watching the woman's countenance for her response.