Altar of Twilight ᓯᕐᓚᔪᖅ

the winds whisper in her ears, voices so hushed and gentle. they shift and dance; a ballad wise eyes are keen to witness, and a dance her soul aches to join. the soft currents bring with it the scent of a man. something aged and strong. 

she does not startle, nor does she rise from where she's perched, soaking in the moonlight. her head turns slowly, chin tilted the slightest as gentle eyes of amber find him. a man born from flames. strong and haloed by the moon itself. 

she smiles. warm, welcoming. as it was not her place to deny another to admire nature's offerings. "hello," she greets him. her voice is quiet whisp, but strong. lilted with an inviting cadence. "are you here to enjoy the moon?"