Moonspear Snack Pack

She carried on his compliment so easily that he was stricken with speechlessness. The dark yearling gaped at her softly before a small smile curled his lips. She had enjoyed that he had compared her with snow and the satisfaction of that enjoyment was something he hadn’t really felt before. Though the emotion was unfamiliar, it did not stir the anxiety in him. Atlas felt warm and happy that he could share that small moment with someone he had never met before.
 
“You’re very nice Moriko,” the inkwell yearling commented to her, cheeks flushing red. “I hope you’ll stay here for a while.” The statement was made earnestly. He hoped that she could find a way to bring others like her into Moonspear’s fold. They needed their warriors and fighters, yes… but did they not also need storytellers and healers? Bards and pupsitters?