Silverlight Terrace glitter sterling and gold

@Keyni

Diaval moved by moonlight, his path lit by the pale silver of the moon and the grass the light bounced against. He wasn't sure where he was, but it was beautiful. He walked with his head high, breathing in the clear air. The atmosphere was soothing to him. He was lonely, as was the usual, but he didn't feel it quite as badly here as he had before. 

The moon was like a companion.

He stopped here and there as he wandered, nose lowering to sniff curiously at plants as he went. He didn't know them and learning their scent was useless without any knowledge of what they were. Still, he amused himself and kept the itch to study them abated while he had no method of learning. It was with his nose in a clump of some fern-like plant when he noticed a scent that he did recognize.

He raised his head and peered around, ears forward. The scent was faint...or maybe it was simply wet with dew. He couldn't tell. Nose in the air, he followed what little scent he could gather, almost on tip toe, his neck stretched comically as far as he could extend it.