Chimera Fields spring flower

Golden gaze lingered on the delicate flowers before shifting to him, wam and inquisitive. There was a gentleness to his voice, the way he carried his lineage. 
„I am,” she confirmed, her voice soft, yet sure. „The village has been my home for some time now.” Her tail brushed idly at her hocks, a quiet acknowledgment of his greeting. „I am Agana, by the way.” Moonglow had not been her home for long, yet she carried it in her heart as if it always had been. As for the moonwoman’s scent on her fur… that was another story she was not quite ready to share.
She studied him for a moment, the way his name carried weight, the pride woven into ‘son of Shikoba the Star Hunter’. There was a story there, one she did not yet know; „It is good to meet you, Mojag,” a small smile curved her lips, „You mother’s name carries strength. She must have been a great woman. Was she interested in the stars as well?” She let her quiet passion for astronomy slip into the open, yet she did not mind. Perhaps Mojag would join her one night; scaling the peaks or wandering to the ocean’s edge, to witness the stars in their full splendor.