leaves of spring

Lillianna would chuckle at the woman's bright grin and joking guess. "And the mud, and the raging rivers," she added with a snort. As the other female approached, she could smell Donostrea; oh, the pack she checked up on? "You're from Donostrea aren't you?" she asked, curiosity in her eyes. It was then Farrym would scramble from her back, and scuttled towards Locha, sniffing at her paws if he was able to, a bright "Hello!" being chirped by the cat. Lillianna would watch in amusement for a moment, watching Locha and wondering what the reaction would be to her dear companion.


"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"