
Callista preferred night. The cool grass felt good on her footpaws, and the pale light of the moon didn't heat her dark fur, and the stars, oh, the
stars! She wandered absentmindedly, her face tilted up to the sparkling sky above. "Hello, me," she whispered to her namesake star when she found it, and smiled.
Her hand found her music player and absently dialed the volume down slightly. The crickets grated in the long grasses, and somewhere an owl called. She tilted an ear towards it.
Barred owl, she thought, and visualized the bird, calling up the image of its round face and solemn liquid eyes in her mind. She probably wouldn't see it. She altered her course anyway, padding up a hillside in the general direction of the sound.
Thus distracted, she very nearly tripped over another Audio who sat quietly at the top of the hill. When she noticed that she was about to step on someone's tail, she squeaked and wobbled and stepped quickly bck. "Excuse me," she apologized quietly. "I didn't see you."