Ouroboros Spine Twinkle twinkle, little star

She would, later on, make a note to go out pheasant hunting sometime. But for now, they had become locked in each other’s gazes.

That was, until Valiant broke from her gaze to reach down for the feather. Softly and tenderly he tucked the feather behind her ear. His face had come close to hers. Still, underneath her fur she was blushing, her skin was warm. She didn’t speak. Why? Because, along the way, she had begun to pick up a small trait of Valiant’s. He didn’t talk too much, at least, not in her presence. 

After he had pulled away, she asked: “What do you think?”

She sighed, then decided to lay down. The heat of the day had drained most of her energy, leaving her in a calm and slightly drowsy state. The grass felt refreshing as she stretched out like a sphinx; and the night’s cool breeze gently blew over her features. The sky had darkened significantly, and the moon and stars grew brighter.