Luna

Quiet girl.

Soft girl.

Cape of the sun.

They call her Angel but the name does her no justice. 

"Pleasure, traveller." Luna says, touching noses with you.

You blush, she certainly is a vision. You quietly wonder who her father was, he must have known the heartbreak she would cause upon first sight. 

"I must be going now. But we will meet again." She says with a wink.

You do your best to gather your senses as you watch the silent snowflakes drift across her flowing fur. She recedes into the distance like a tucked away memory of your most special moment. She won't be easily forgotten.