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Sight dancing in flame [~his language emphasizes verbs, not nouns~], yes, it is a good name, he thinks glancing at KayLisa. And a name that reveals much, he smiles looking again at the interaction of lupine eyes with the shifting movements of the small fire. He turns his attention again to this wolf named Starlight that has drawn even closer to him. The struggle between curiosity and restraint is written even into the stillness of its manner of looking at him. “StarLight,” he whispers, letting the syllables ride along the heat of the fire to the wolf’s ears. Holding the wolf’s eyes with his own he turns his gaze upward to a small cluster of silver stars high in the northern sky, naming them in his mind as he does so – the Fenrids, the wolves that roam the heavens. He moves his eyes slightly eastward of the constellation to another star, Sehf’rus, the wolf that hunts apart from the pack. He glances again at the other wolves before fixing his gaze once more on this one named StarLight.
[ 03-08-2002: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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