when the treetops trade their green for gold

Thea wasn’t quite sure how she felt about her new environment just yet. She felt it was rather…bland, a simple canyon painted in earthly reds, browns and yellows. It did have a nice sunrise, and the mornings weren’t too horrible, but there was practically no shade to speak off and, thus, she felt herself panting as the sun bore down on her. The woman could feel her delicate pink nose burning ever so slightly and she frowned, rubbing at it with a wince. Her weasel, Bijou, chittered at her shoulder and Minou, her lynx, trailed along at her heels, yawning lazily.

The woman’s golden eyes looked around for a smidgen of shade and found it off in the distance. But, as she got closer, she realized she wasn’t the only one to have found the hidden treasure. It was another woman, similar in stature to Thea, with a coat that blended in startlingly well with their surroundings. In fact, the only thing that kept her from disappearing almost entirely was the bring, almost hypnotic blue eyes that peered out from the small bit of shade.

Thea’s tail wagged good naturedly behind her frame as she made a beeline for the newfound company. “Ma cherie, I had zought zat zee weather was warm because of our environment, but I see zat it was because of you,” she called with a bright smile that crinkled her gold dust eyes at the corners. “Do you mind if I share zee shade with you?” she asked, head tilting curiously to the side hoping she’d say yes. All flirting aside, it really was quite warm.