Larksong Grotto white fog

he stepped forward. lousine considered this a yes.

slowly, she rose to her feet and padded up to him. he was much taller than her, and as she got closer she began to notice his pelage — his gilded ruff, shimmering even in the shadows, and his features etched with minuscule scars.

she sat down in front of him and reached out for a forepaw, taking it between her two own. can you feel it? she asked him. a bright, warm smile lit up her face. the energy. that is our Sun and our Moon, speaking to us.