Your sons and daughters will prophesy - any

[Ryse]

The gray ghost stands in murk of dark shadows as the silver caress of moonlight attempts to disclosure her position. She is the pale lioness amongst the tall grasses of a weed choked meadow. Dapples dust her pale gray form, blending the length of wind knotted hair against the carelessly placed boulders of a time long passed. She remains quiet as she tip toes from shade to shade.

But then something catches her eyes.

Something is glowing...moving. Ryse can not help but allow herself to stare from her camouflage as a creature, more radiant than the moon, moves upon heavy hooves despite his young form. Lids slit slightly as the bewitched nature of his coloring makes her believe he is a magician of sorts. Ryse can almost swear that the moon gleams jealously upon the young male.

When he halts, the ash girl creeps a bit closer as simply staring at him does not satisfy her curiosity. She nears, hoof in from of the other, methodically whilst keeping her green eyes attuned to him. "Hello." The word slips from the tip of her tongue, hushing the sounds of the crickets hidden in the grass at their feet. The girl hesitates in the liquid black that conceals her before stepping put into the bath of moon glow. A fleeting smile touches and goes from her lips as she watching him from the steel hue of her brow. "What are you doing out here?" The question, perhaps to boldly spoken, is really the first thing that tumbles from her young mind. In fact, what was she doing out here?

The gray girl looks at him with more curiosity than anything else. She was not hostile but intrigued by such a shiny, pretty thing. Was he only reflecting the moon's jealousy or did it charge his curious color? What did the marks mean on his skin? Ryse briefly considered their mapping but can not understand it. She was simply not clever enough yet to solve such riddles in the thick of night with a strange boy bathed in summer's moonlight.