Whitewater Gorge Slowly Falling from the sky

The fae was just about to doze off. Not due to sleepiness, but simply out of a need to escape reality for a moment and explore another one of her made-up daydreams — hopefully it could cure this impending boredom. But before that could happen, a voice rang out from behind. It was a farmiliar one as well — one she'd associate with the nightsky's veiw from a cliff.....could it be? The dark femme turned her head to confirm this and, indeed, it was none other than Taikon who'd stood before her. There was a moment of silence where Luna simply stood there and stared in suprise — then came her smile — and soon after, the thumping of her tail.

Without a word, the she-wolf quickly lunged towards them. This would've appeared as an attack at first due to it's suddenness, but this gesture was quite the opposite. Her front arms were thrown around his shoulders and her head nestled closely beside his own - Luna was holding Taikon into a large bearhug. Not very good manners, but did Lunaria care in that moment? No, of course not. A freind she'd made before this storm-infested disaster happened graced her with his presence.

"Taikonohmygodyoudon'tknowhowgladIamtoseeyouohmygod-" indecipherable jumble came pouring out of Lunaria's mouth in the midst of her excitement. The pale sire was safe afterall despite her worries. With these storms and floods coming around, the dark fae wasn't sure how he'd be doing, so she was very relieved to know that he looked well.