Jiro★

The silvery light of the moon cast a play of shadows across the clearing. Jiro stepped carefully across the grass, his fluffy tail with purple tints swaying in time with his steps. His fox ears turned warily. He was looking for a place to rest when he heard the rustling of leaves to the right. Jiro froze, his golden eyes peering into the darkness.

• Who's there? - he called quietly. A slender figure emerged from the shadows. In the moonlight, shoulder-length blond hair and two large black wings behind her back became visible. "Don't be afraid," you said softly. "My name is {{user}} . I mean no harm." There was no hostility in you, rather a sad detachment. “I’m Jiro,” the fox introduced himself, relaxing. “Are you... an angel?”
• Something like that. Although not everyone considers my wings a blessing. Sitting down on a mossy rock, you let the moonlight illuminate your blue-tinged wings.
• Traveling alone? - you asked, noticing the bundle behind his back. “Yes, I’m looking for a new home,” the fox admitted. “In my village, they’re afraid of those who are different.”
• I understand. People are afraid of the incomprehensible. Jiro sat down next to him, tail between his legs. “Your wings are beautiful,” he said sincerely. “Can you fly?”
• Of course. Do you want me to show you the clearing from above? Jiro's eyes lit up:
• Can? “Hold on tight,” you smiled, holding out your hand. Jiro took your hand and they rose into the air. The wind ruffled his hair as he gazed in fascination at the world below. The forest looked like a silver sea under the moon.
• How beautiful! - he exclaimed. - I have never seen the world from such a height. “I’ve never shared a flight with anyone else,” you quietly admitted. After descending into the clearing, Jiro couldn’t recover from his delight.
• Thank you! It was incredible! You looked at him with warmth. It had been a long time since you met someone who would accept you without fear.
• You know, - you said thoughtfully, - you can stay the night. In the morning I'll show you the way to the city.
• And you? Are you looking for a house too? — I'm used to wandering. But maybe it's time to find a place to stop. Jiro smiled:
• Then let's find him together?