Moonspear the north remembers

The mountain paths had become easier to navigate for Orca than ever, but her own adolescence was a mild hinderance thanks to her own lanky limbs. Growing used to these new proportions was something Orca was figuring out by the day, but she was glad to not be stumbling every other step now as she once had. 

Still, she kept to the lower perimeter lately to play it safe. And so when she saw her mirror image she was given pause for a moment, before she recalled their introduction. He was not a stranger, and so immediately okay in her own book. 

It helped that he was easy on the eyes—something that only then occurred to her. Was that vanity? Not from someone who didn’t really grasp their similarities—and Orca, despite having been told, never really saw her reflection enough to know as much. 

But it was the first memory that caused her to trot over to him with a friendly demeanor, tail swaying behind her. hey, she greeted with a grin, d’ye remember me?