Calm Yo' Tits [Festival]

Aoife beamed when the woman set the plants down to talk to her. "Ooooh, I coulda helped with that string y'know!" she chirped helpfully, sitting back on her haunches so she could pick up her forefeet and wiggle her longer, dextrous toes at Svala. "I been learning howta braid things an' everything. What's tea? What's cammeal?" She peered down into the bowl of old dried plants. "Is that cammeal? It looks like plants. I'm Aoife Adravendi, it's nice to meet you ma'am!" The last bit of her chattering came out in the singsongy way that spoke of rote memorization for a very young pup learning to be polite and speak properly yet. She plopped down next to the woman and smiled up at her, her shoulder pressed quite trustingly against the woman's foreleg. "Did'ya hear the Nomads' music? It's my fav'rite part of the fest'val. It's my fav'rite thing ever."