Taipa

The lean white vixen sat tall atop a low hill, gazing out over the moony horizon. Her dark pools rested on that ethereal orb, musing. As her mother before her, Taipa had often felt the call of the moon, and obeyed its beckoning. Now she felt that pull again, so forceful that it almost forced her to her feet. Her siblings were out there: one dark, one light remained. The moon danced before her, taunting her mercilessly. For Taipa was neither a creature of dark, nor one of light. She was still attempting to straddle both worlds. Her plume twitched behind her indecisively as she stared at that bright star far above her, lost in thought.

Moon Phase

Daughter of the moon lifted herdail to face her dear sky mother, her lids heavy with sleep. But the moon had awoken her, and theerfor would not allow her to sleep any more. Her fores stretched out before pushing her off the hells barrier, leaving the goddess tall in her place. A slow regal stride took her up the hill, subconciously following her daughters scent. She spoke not a sound as she let her rump fall to the earth beside Taipa. In an almost dreamy state, her pools reflected the moons glow as she spoke lightly. "Taipa..."

Taipa

At her mother's voice, the starlit sprite lifted her tiara from its thoughtful pose, gazing at the moon-crested alphess evenly, with none of her puppish uncertainty in her eyes. Her voice was level when she spoke, with nary a tremor or even a speck of warmth. She might have been completely disinterested if it weren't for the intensity in it. Mother... this evening the moon woke me. She spoke to me, told me wonderful, terrible things. Has the moon ever spoken to you? Her voice was cold, like the icy wind lingering on the edge of spring, ruffling their coats. She turned away then, deep brown pools straying back to the Sky's Orb as though drawn.

Moon Phase

Moon Phase turned her dial from the moon to her daughter, hearing her speak, but focusing onher orbs. Inside she chuckled at the mention of moon speach, but on the outside she was completly serene. "My darling, the moon speaks to all. She is heard by few. And is given responce by even less then that. When she speaks, listen, depsite what news she tells. If future events utter from her silent lips, then keep yours closed as well. This world was not ment to know the outcome of future events..." To some she would sound like a seanile fool, but hopefully to Taipa her words formed the most perfect sence in her mind. Finally after leaving her daughter in silence for a minute, the duchess spoke as her rump left the eath."Yes... she speaks to me..." Having said that, her smooth stride carried her down the hill, back to her resting spot. The mon had woken Taipa, so Taipa would be the one to respod.

Taipa

Peaks twitched attentively, capturing all her mother's words, locking them away in her heart as a truth she would never forget. She stood thinking long after her mother left, avoiding the moon, tears standing in her eyes.

Finally, she looked up, stance firm as she spoke softly, under her breath, so none but the moon could hear. Done. Tell Mother... tell them I love them. And she took a low, regal bow, nose scraping the ground, and trotted away through the trees.