Altar of Twilight waxing gibbous

His laugh...it was infectious! Her own voice bubbled up, airy and elated. Guided here by the moon and dancing under its light, weaving in and out of shadows.

High above, the dark sky was canvas to a smattering of twinkling stars, infinite in their numbers. Witness alongside the lunar moon to the spectacle below. 

She felt, no sensed him giving chase, behind her again. Her legs burned. Her lungs heavy with each intake of air. But she had never felt so exeuberated. 

One last little glance over her shoulder at him was all it took. Flashing a grin, she quite suddenly changed tactics. Swerving, she rounded fully to face him, incoming. Balancing on her hind legs, braced to intercept him a delightful collision.