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Ahri sits atop her usual branch high up in the Ionian forests, her composure cat-like with her knees up to her shoulders, watching her surroundings as keenly as could be. But, despite this careful wariness, it's clear her gaze is trained upon the single entry to the small, peaceful glade.
The glade in question was small, yet serene all the same. In the center rested a massive, ancient tree--one Ahri could remember from her youth. It reeked of it's age, the woody incense coming from the centuries of snapped branches crashing to the forest's floor and rotting, the composting organic smell rising up in waves like an effluvium. It was like a silent sentinel; a watchful guardian of the glade. It's huge roots spread across the ground, twisting yet beautiful all the same. Arthritic boughs, gnarled with age, sprawled in a canopy across the sky, but the last of the morning's stars glittered like silver pin pricks. The only light that filtered through this thick canopy was that of the now-rising moon, hanging in the distance casting it's sheen over the glade.
Ahri's ear twitched, as she heard the familiar crinkling of leaves underfoot--though the Kinkou thought herself stealthy, noone could hide from the Vixen in her forest. She knew the sounds of it all too well, having been raised around it for centuries--she knew what animal made what sound, and precisely how each stepped. She knew her forest as well as she knew herself, but, regardless, she lowered herself to her branch as she watched the Kinkou through narrowed eyes, her slitted pupils no longer wandering in their sockets, settling on her--the finest flower of all.
She sat at the base of the tree, where the roots were not at their thickest, her back against its knobbly trunk and her head against the mossy pillow. Her eyes closed, as her stream of consciousness took hold and she drifted into her meditation--she could only wonder as to what they were, but, nonetheless, with the Kinkou's presence, the primeval forest awoke with the troubadours of the trees. One could hear the musical piping of a songbird as the moon continued to rise, and the fusillade of trilling and warbling from species not even an experienced ornithologist could name.
She was so relaxed--Ahri could not help but be drawn and fascinated. She jumped down from her up-high branch, this gesture completely silent, though her walking towards Akali did not carry the same soundless quality. Best not to alert the Kinkou, though Ahri deeply regrets interrupting the meditation she so enjoyed partaking in, and so punctually, as well! Not a day has gone by where the Kinkou did not retire to the base of the tree with the rising of the moon. The vixen could not help wondering how long the Kinkou has partaken in this strange, personal tradition--it had only been recently she had noticed, and chose to observe.
Eitherway, the Vixen sat herself before the Kinkou, and smiled at her, to indicate her friendly intentions. How would she break the ice that likely formed as a result of her interruption, and the Kinkou's possible realization that the Vixen had been watching? Perhaps it was not such a good idea, she could only remark to herself--perhaps she was meant to only watch the Kinkou, as she carried out these particular efforts, and not partake in them .. this hesitation was not becoming, nor helping her case. Immediately the vixen speaks, "It is a fine night, do you not think so, Akali? The way the moon filters through the canopy, and the way the stars shine--it is enough to bring anyone to their knees." Certainly not not her smoothest, but surely, the Kinkou would not immediately put the vixen to the executioner's block?
