Dahozhoni Meadow dancing in the moonlight

Oh, and she, indeed, was not alone. This night was one that could be shared after all!

The voice of another rung through the meadow, and Hira pushed herself up from the ground, panting as to return some of the energy she'd lost from dancing. Amber hues scanned the shrubbery until they settled on a woman: streaks of grey marked her pelt, distinguished, standing out against the yellow-green of the plants. A pretty diamond laid upon her forehead, a few ways up of stormy-sky eyes.

Hira trotted towards the woman with not a care in the world. Thank you, she smiled, responding to the comment of her joy. Tonight was one of the only nights where she'd be able to relish in the rays of the moon and the glittering stars above her. Come the morrow, she'd be on the prowl for her brother once again. There's never too much joy—but I must know, are you the danger, my friend? Her face was painted in a sly grin, eyes partly squinted.

She kept a somewhat safe distance from the stranger, moving in a circle around her, examining her. A pristine pelt, not at all like her own. Similar shades of charcoal and stone, but without Hira's fire. A statue, almost. When she found herself back in front of the woman, the fae sat herself down, tilting her head.

Or, how do you know that I'm not the danger? She snickered, now. Whether she was laughing at being considered dangerous or the girl in front of her being so confident was uncertain. Her paws were dainty, yes, but they were clawed nonetheless. She could be a threat, should she decide to be perceived as one.

But tonight was a night of peace, and so her eyes laid upon the stranger rather placidly.