his-name-is-moonlight

I felt empowered by him, as if his very existence manipulated the balance of my nature from a shy little girl to wonder woman.

All night, I thought about that walk. The touch of the forest tickled my skin long after, while the scent lingered in my nostrils. It was unlike anything back home. There was a feeling in the atmosphere I couldn't shake--something that was trying to draw me back. I felt alive in that forest. --His Name is Moonlight

I'm going to tell you something I probably shouldn't.

You would have only seen a skittish young deer jumping through the forest, having no idea it was a little girl.