by C a s » Mon Jan 12, 2015 12:46 pm
Lightningfoot crossed to him. The moonlight shone on her white pelt, turning it silver. I wonder if I look beautiful. the thought was so silly, but it leaped to her mind. So trivial. I wonder if my mom was beautiful when she walked. Was she elegant? Graceful?
She shook her head to herself as she sat beside him.