Columbine

The voice didn't startle her. Tansy wasn't a creature prone to anxiety, that'd take... maybe 2 braincells to rub together. Her mother had always told her she'd be dangerous if she had more than one bouncing around in her head though, and she didn't want to be that. Her cord tipped tail thumped against the sand at the greeting, bangles jangling as she sat back, tucking her front paws to her chest like some sort of circus dog as she craned to look at the stars behind her and promptly tipped backwards, losing her balance completely.

The movement knocked her classes astray. She rolled over, tucking her elbows beneath her with a titter of laughter, removing them and letting them hang about the cord around her neck. "The stars," She responded with a brilliant smile, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "They say you should be yourself. Anyone that matters will love you regardless, and anyone else, well, they aren't really worth knowing, are they?"