and don't say that she's pretty

The sound of a waterfall caught her attention, she wasn't far off from Gods Gardens, finding her way back to were it had all started, inhaling the scents that lingered upon these lands, ears perked forward. Paying attention as rose and sky pigmented pools swirled together. Dark porpoise hued coat shimmered under the late winter sun while raven freckles dotted across her lean legs, she thought of the other midnight male, and then the other jet black male with alabaster and cherry markings whom was winged to say the least. Such a strange sight that was. Waters trickled down from the pewter moss colored stones, allowing her skull to lower and lap at the cold water.

The young lady had no idea what today was going to bring, but the brute she had come to know, who she had hunted with crossed her mind. Was she crushing on him? A gentle giggle swept from her maw, while the preteen butterfly turned towards another approaching. Giving a gentle greeting. Her tail dancing around. "Hello," her voice cheerful and bright. "I'm Mae, who are you?"

"Speech!"