Phoenix Maplewood 'olia

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Eastwards winds carried the moondancer towards the place in which the sun rose above the sky, kissing darkness and flooding it with warmth and light and blue of all shades. She is a towering figure as she glides across the lands, gentle in her giant stature, graceful all the same.
She searches for the girl that her shadowmans brother had mentioned, which is how she had found herself within such woods to begin with. There is a scent drifting towards her, new and unfamiliar, and she moves to investigate. Was it the girl, or, would this stranger know the girl? Dísal'eix̲ hoped for either one of those answers. She wore hope like a beacon. Glowing.
When she spots the stranger, she lets out a low chuff to announce her presence, before speaking: Hello, calm and collected in tone. Have you seen a young girl wandering around here? Less than a year old, you would know if you saw her, she nodded encouragingly. But, this stranger did not seem so old, himself. Concern washed over her, almost drowning her.
She would hope for an answer, and then ask if he was alright.