leaves of spring

As the two came into more detail before her, Locha noticed the woman's reciprocated smile. She had vibrant green eyes that stood out against the rustic red and black of her coat. The thing, or who rather, that really caught her eye, was this woman's companion. Whatever it was it was quite small, and unlike anything Locha had seen before. If she was going to stretch, it vaguely resembled a small, beige otter. Flashing a smile at the thing she looked back to the woman, tail wagging faintly behind her.
Good afternoon! she said brightly. The blossoms were floating down around then now, rustled by the wind. Escaping from the rain? she guessed jokingly.