Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

And, with a short but no less melodic note in reply, she accepted the invitation. Curious to see what joyous soul the moon had lured out tonight. 

Under the pale light, her dark figure cut like a crawling shadow against the snowy valley. Slate and silver illuminated, setting her apart from the night itself. How very coincidental it was, that tonight, she whose name translated to Queen of the Stars, came out under the beckon of the moon.

Cresting a gentle hill, she moved freely. Without hinderance. Blue eyes contrasting against her face, she found him, immediately. Tail carried high and waving amicably, she drew closer. Dipping her muzzle down to peek at him, with a ghost of a shy smile at sealed lips.