Twilight's bare feet slipped quietly over the long grass underneath the Intrich Tree. The goddess was enjoying her time as a human. The tickling of the grass on the soft soles of her feet was wonderful, as was the gentle caress of the wind on her pale skin. The wind toyed gently with the dark ringlets of hair that fell about her body, tickling her face and back.

The female was clad simply in dark cloth breeches and tan tunic. Twilight had not bothered with creating shoes for herself, wanting to feel the press of the cool grass on her skin. She twirled in the moonlit night, reveling in the crisp atmosphere. The cold did not, could not, bother her, although the gentle nip upon her skin was delightful.

Had she been in full equine form, Twilight wouldn't've been able to enjoy this night in its entirety, nor would she have been able to commune with the spirits of the earth in such a way. The whispering of the wind, the quiet babbling of a hidden brook, the commonplace chirping of the cicadas told her more in a moment than she would have been able to discover on her own in a day.

She gently set herself down on the cool earth, settling her soft body into the loose dirt. The goddess held no regard for the cleanliness of her garments--they would be clean again with but a wish on her part. For now, however, she wanted to enjoy this night while it lasted.