acres of longing, mountains of tenderness
There is no light for a moment, but there is certainly dark. An inky reflection, a it rises and steps towards her, but Amalia doesn't back off. Her shadow moves and touches her, which shadows are not supposed to do. It sends a shiver down her spine, her fur standing on end.
Is Safrin here? Is she Safrin? You're made from fire and light, the snow leopard remarks, her own purr rising at the caress. Where it doesn't shine. She presses her own cheek up against his, then moves, her long body dancing across the length of his until she breaks away.
Are you in love with the starlight, Shadow? she wonders, setting off in pursuit of it at a gentle lope.
Is Safrin here? Is she Safrin? You're made from fire and light, the snow leopard remarks, her own purr rising at the caress. Where it doesn't shine. She presses her own cheek up against his, then moves, her long body dancing across the length of his until she breaks away.
Are you in love with the starlight, Shadow? she wonders, setting off in pursuit of it at a gentle lope.
Amalia
