she had learned of virgo through mumbled prayers and soft whispers that had danced upon the fall winds. the sight of the molly, dancing through life, had brought ferfaen closer to her comfort zone. never in her fenced in life had she a care or a worry, for everything was perfect. still and calm, nothing could hurt her.
circling, like a vulture to forgotten prey, had virgo spun. almost drawing ferfaen dizzy as she had watched. eyes rolling and flickering with each paw step and grass-filled step. the other’s carefree and calm, maybe even excited, attitude had been as much infectious as it was alluring.
"a fine day, isn’t it?" autumn was always nice, the lost girl recalled. each fallen leaf was a delight and the crisp winds may have bit at her lungs, but it was so clear. she had always loved the early mornings, where the sun struggled to climb higher and painted the sky in such bright and loving shades of pinks and purples. wonderful, she would always cry, wonderful to see it. wonderful to breath it. wonderful to be alive in autumn. "had something good happened? you look blissful." she was used to the oversharing her neighbours had. gossip spreading like dandelion seeds. but everyone here seemed far more silent, far more closed off.