Starry Beach, Moonlight walk (open to all)

Crash! A stary glow lands on the beach of Pranxtor. Though it is not an actual star. No its Fal-Tal. A rare breed indeed. They say that they are essence of stars and one of the three moons. This is a site to see indeed. To bad no ne was around to see this magnificent site. Too bad indeed. For it then got up and poked its head around a crater that it made from its landing. Then adjusting its eyesite. It bounded up further the coast.

Skye was rather...paranoid. She'd been bought by a zombie-creator for his zombie brother, after all. Said zombie brother had been apologetic of the situation (Cain had no interest in her; he preferred males and she was in fact supposed to be female, but Abel hadn't specified to the artist).

So she had skittered off this way.

The bright crash had alarmed her, and she had hid behind a rock, but she was now slowly crawling out.

Skye shivered in fear. Was it going to eat her, the creature that was creeping over to her rock?

Apparently not.

"I'm...Skye..." she mumbled quietly. "Please don't eat me."

"You're certain? I don't think I should like being eaten very much. Cain says that it's quite painful and Abel says that half-eaten remains make poor revivals." She giggled nervously. Skye was quite paranoid, and always had been. "But if you're sure...would you help me examine that scary sky-hole?"