Etoile watched from the shadows as the young faeere appeared on the Alter. She had been away for quite some time, journying with her new companion, Det. Ah, they had lovely times together, though it was always silent except for the short or long breathes they took, or the brush of fur and skin as they touched. They ddin't mind the silence, they rather enjoyed it. Only speaking with their eyes, body language, and their expressions. Although she could talk, she chose not to. That one vow restrained her from doing so, but she did have a special power. She could talk through her mind, the one that had truly experianced this, with heart-felt feeling was Det, and he found it...well she guessed since he had surprisingly decided to join her found it interesting, and maybe a bit stubborn. Etoile stayed in the shadows, she did not wish to appear from them, just watching the dove grey, stone grey, and snow white dappled faerre prooved she wanted things to be rather silent. The way her steps were short and slightly uncertain, the soft, gentle, yet shy look in her eyes as she gazed into the shadows awaiting another companion. It was slightly cute, desirable, yet bold. Like Det who chose to step onto the altar so bravely, and with wonderful ways of telling his own stories, he was unique. Just like the faerre before her today...now what was her name again? She wasn't quite sure, or rather unsure herself. She paused thinking, her thoughts drifting trying to catch a glimpse of the past memory of the faerre padding onto the altar. Nothing, she drew a complete blank. She gazed behind her as she heard the soft pattering of delighted steps of yet another faerre.
Her amber eyes sparked brighter then the stars themselves as her loving silent companion Det was barily visable in the dim light. His fur shone softly with teal-blue fur, and the markings of the stars imprinted onto his fur. He was truly lovely in his own way, even if he shouldn't speak. He gazed up at Etoile with soft glimmering eyes and gently nudged her knee, as if urdging her on past the shadows and to see the other faerre up close. Etoile smiled weakly at Det and shook her head slowly, her soft pale yet tanned hand gently caressed Det's cheek. She gestured to Tenme and her eyes sparked with curiosity.
Det turned his gaze towards the direction Etoile was looking. Curiosity sparked his own eyes as well as warmth and happiness. It felt nice to be back home for a short time, but something confused him. Why had the altar become so unpopular? With a dusty stage, shadowed corners, and rusting trumpets. He tipped his head slightly, and his tail flicked confused can and forth. He finally focused his gaze on the shadow darkening the dusty stage. He glanced at the shape of the shadow and eventually worked out a faerre, a large one at that. He glanced up and was taken by surprise, actually stumbling a bit in the shadows.
The faerre he saw was a small one, smaller then he for that matter. He paused studying the faerre and half smiled. He had seen this faerre before in his days here. Of course he had never seen her out in the open, ocassionally hidden in the back of crowds, or in the shadows. He had never really heard her speak but no one had heard him either. He gazed at the faerre and padded toward a her slowly. As he reached her he dipped his head polietly. He waved his tail happily but kept his distance. He paused for a moment noticing and remembering she was a shy one.
He gestured to the shadows his tail pointing in the direction of Etoile, hidden in the shadows. He then looked back at her with a tiny smile, he dipped his paw in the dust and wrote his name slowly. D....E....T --> E....T....O....I....L....E. He gave a tiny smile and hesitantly padded towards her with silent steps. He touched his nose to her shoulder then turned back to the shadows with Etoile. He gave her a comforting flick of his tail and settled down in her lap for for nap, his tail curling over his nose.
