Hoshor Plains gentlelady

The crisp night air filled her lungs, sharp and invigorating. Each stretch of muscle, each demanding breath, it was exhilarating, a sensation she relished as they moved together. As they slowed, she let herself catch her breath, her gaze sweeping across the horizon, drinking in the vast expanse of the starlit sky. Then, she turned to him, her silver eyes softening, her tail swaying in quiet gratitude.

I should be the one thanking you, she murmured, her voice warm with sincerity. You have far more to lose than I. Thank you, Lestan. For giving me courage, and for being my friend.

Her smile was brilliant, untouched by doubt, a reflection of the growing bond they shared.