clarity, paint me bright like stars in the dark of night
Their friendship was sweet, shallow—beautiful in its infancy, but not full formed.
Still, it was enough, so when she hears Mauve, when she smells her upon the air, her smile deepens, the edges of it pulling even further upward, one pale ear tipping in her direction. At the sound of her voice, she brings her head down, hazel eyes moving to find the source of it and landing on Mauve with delight. “Merry,” she repeats, tasting the sound of the word on her tongue, rolling it around in her mouth as if testing it for its truth.
Finding it agreeable, she grins again, ears flicking forward at the approach of Fleece, their informal trio reaching full circle. “I suppose that I am merry today.” Which, when she considers all that has trespassed in the last few hours of her timeline, seems odd. She has traversed mountains, felt her flesh rip from bone by the claw of beasts she could not name. She had felt death brush against her temples, watched earths fade and endings draw near.
But, still, it had been adventure. It had been wild and magical, and oh—
She had succeeded.
Her eyes light up at the thought.
She had succeeded. She had saved Her. Love had conquered all.
Taking a bounding step toward, faster perhaps than she had moved before, she smiles. “I have such stories to tell you!” Her voice is boundless, laced with excitement, and she does not bother to hide it as she reaches over, pressing her nose to them, breathing in their familiar scent. “I have seen so many things today—done so many things.” Her heart swells in her chest, pulse thudding in her veins at the thought of it all, but she remains quiet, waiting for their response, her story tripping on the edge of her tongue.