The moon continued to shine down on her, the errie glow seemingly familiar and serene. The rain stopped for a moment as she saw the figure again as it forced her  eyes toward it till she felt another brush along her bottom. This time much more real, like it had to be a hand and not something else.<br/><br/>OOC: Sorry for not being to descriptive here but Elliquiy just ate a post that took me 2 hours to write