Noctisardor Bypass wore my language like an amaranth

her tail swayed amiably at her hocks. "hoffentlich," she smiled back, glancing once more to the twitterpated birds before finally padding away. 

phaedra would hold him dearly to that word of honor, tucking the token of his vow in her breastpocket to brush her thumb over when sleep eluded her.

she awaited the turn of the moon with impatient yearning.