Silverlight Terrace I see you standing there, but you’re so far away

She danced with the moves of hunter.

Soon she would find her way towards the place of moonsong to speak once more, but for now she was untethered. Free. Roaming.

Nothing worthy of the spirit slept in the twilight, so her hunting became song. Her paws turned tracking into tracing. Fleet footed on long, willow tree legs. These were movements that had become practiced by now.

And although she had lived in a world of dreams following the ceremony, she saw the earth around her still.

That softly familiar scent that tinged the area of a hunter she would allow herself to miss.

She began a soft chase after his scent, humming as she went.