STARRY, STARRY NIGHT / open

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Night had just barely fallen when Amren Archeron decided to abandon her tiny house and prowl the streets that lined the docks. She was practically glowing in the faint evening light, her smoky silver eyes gleaming with some unidentifiable emotion as she continued along, not particularly in search of anything but a way to occupy her time. Most of the merchants had begun to pack up for the day though, taking their wares and stashing them away in locked chests or bags which they intended to bring home with them. She hadn't exactly come out to buy anything, now that she thought about it, but purchasing a new diamond would certainly have been a way to kill time.

It was no matter though, not when the scent of freshly cooked food caught her attention and brought her to a more populated place. Rolling her eyes, she would begin to elbow her way towards the source, withdrawing her wallet in an attempt to appease this weak mortal form before a tiny, almost inaudible bark caught her attention. Her gaze would immediately be drawn to an alley way where a trembling form rested, it's violet eyes the only thing she could make out in the gloom.

She had seen those eyes before...

Rhysand.

Immediately, thoughts of entertaining her hunger were forgotten as she slowly approached it, grateful that the thing did not shy away from her rather intimidating presence. It was but a puppy - a little black lab - and surprisingly enough, the ancient spitfire that was Amren could only smile at it. [b][color=#414a4c]"Rhysand," She extended lightly, patting the top of its head, [color=#414a4c]"You're mine now, boy." And then, she scooped it up in her arms and began her fast-paced walk home.