atraxia

a song captured her attention. it was a song for her, and she realized that she had been seen. anemone rose, though not with haste, hardly wanting the other to believe she was worried or upset with the attention she received. the feminine note enabled her to know it was neither hawthorne or narcissus... perhaps it was the woman she had joined with? but turning and searching for the source, anemone found that she had been wrong. lifting her head and singing back, the l'amour woman let the other know she could approach if she desired, i am here! she knew well the other clearly would not mind company, but what she did not know was if she desired to join her or was simply saying hello. thus anemone gave her the option, her tail flicking cordially between her legs in a show of friendliness. the wind told her only that the other was a female and also of the vale; anemone seemed all the more at ease.