[open] when it untangles in the moonlight

[Nemeon]

Nemeon is not left alone with his thoughts for long, which is a good thing even if it comes with other anxieties - like ones that keep him from drawing too close despite the joy that fills his heart the instant he is not alone even just for a moment.

The pale mare's soft smile is easy to match, coaxing a small one into his golden eyes. He’s fascinated by her glowing eyes, though he tries not to stare at them too directly or too much so he does not frighten her away. Any little bit of light in his world of darkness draws his attention just like it would to a moth - and he is just as likely to get burned by this impulse as those soft-winged creatures.

Luckily for these potentially spiraling thoughts, he’s distracted by her question - if he had guessed, it wouldn’t have been that. Nemeon blinks, and his smile disappears because he’s not sure how to react and his confusion is evident in his voice “A wolf?” And he looks around, just to be sure that his response is the absolute truth. “No.”

His curiosity quickly overrides anything else and then he cannot help but to ask quizzically. “Are they a friend or a foe?” She doesn’t look like she is frightened, but Nemeon knows fear can show many faces.

NEMEON

@neuna