Moonspear mooncalled

Starwoman came when his invitation to those in the ulaq remained quiet—she slipped within, and in moments, returned, her nose brushing to his shoulder in a quiet gesture that stirred his own to dip down and trace to her cheek in his own greeting.

At her praise, he felt a smile pull at his lips—seeping past his reserve for now, indulging in the moment. To provide was good—and it gave him something to do to ease his wandering heart. “May it help them and those that tend them heal all the faster,” he murmured in return, his tail giving a slow sway in the cool air as he turned, pale silver eyes questioning her now—did she have more orders for him?