Plot: It’s evening and you come across…

She didn't realize just how spooked she really was until his tilted head and warm smile assuaged some of her nerves. Finch let out a stuttering breath, teetering on to her hindquarters in a strange pantomime of sitting. "P-pretty?" she stammered, peering back at him in confusion. Oh, he meant her. She hadn't ventured much outside of Avalon, and everyone there was much older... or her siblings. Finnie was used to other compliments: Smart. Clever. Quick-witted. Were they always about her mind? Hm.

"Well, I was here for the bonfire!" She added, gesturing over her shoulder to where the smoke still drifted into the sky. It was a full plume, able to be seen from miles around. "Just wanted to explore a bit, before I headed back. I'm Finch, by the way."