Silvertip Mountain So now I just sit in silence.

All her thoughts were with her cousin. Hemera was her best friend; her only friend. Agana could rely on her, share her darkest secrets, enjoy life. She remembered how much they loved to play hide and seek, and dream about their future lives. Hemera’s sudden change rose a lot of questions, but each time Agana tried to confront her with this, she would just brush it off, or ignore her completely.

But she could do this too. Forget everything they did, every memory, for good. The beige female let the cold wind brush against her tail, bringing it closer to the edge, a symbolic gesture of “letting go”. Instead of bringing back old demons, she took a moment to appreciate the view that presented itself in front of her: once green landscape was now covered in shades of blue. Pale lights appeared one by one as the last rays crossed the horizon. The moon rose to her place on the sky, a guiding light to those in need of clarity.

Her inner peace was cut short by a sound coming from behind. Agana slowly turned her head to see a large, black male. His eyes shone like emeralds under the moonlight, a lot different than her yellow ones. But what was he doing here at this time? Perhaps he came for the view as she did? One way to find out. “Did you come here to admire the view like me?” She asked softly, turning a little to watch the moon.