When The Face Of The Moon Is Shining Upon Us (Private, Frozencalf))

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    Everest gazed around herself as she strolled through Times Square, her dark eyes reflecting the glow of the moon. With a sigh she settled down onto the ground, curling her long bushy tail around her paws. It was a nice night tonight, it wasn't overbearingly humid like the last couple of nights, no it was a warm night but there was a cool breeze blowing through the city.

    Frozencalf had yet to meet Everest, she had seen her around, but she wanted to meet who her father had adopted. "Salamander!" She shouted walking up smiling. If she had been aware of her saying it she might have said sorry, but the young giraffe was a bit insane. Smiling as if she had said nothing she looked down at Everest. "Hello." She greeted in her high pitched perky voice.