Strange cravings.

Ellara's lithe figure emerged softly from the golden grasses of Fern Gully, her blush-pink paws brushing the earth with care. Her striking pink eyes softened as they landed on a familiar gilded figure. "Fic?" she called gently, the name slipping from her lips like a long-forgotten melody. The tension in her friend's posture, the flicker of unease in those avocado eyes, did not go unnoticed. Stepping closer, she offered a small, warm smile. "It’s been a while… You look like you could use some company." She sat nearby, careful not to impose, allowing Fic the space to choose comfort or solitude.