Stone Circle everything is a potato or not a potato

The woman appears; a thin, patchwork thing that is as silent as she is. Her ears flick forward, for the briefest of moments she seems almost familiar. The thought vanishes as quickly as it came, for surely she would remember a woman like this. Keoni tries for a smile, tail tapping on the ground behind her in an effort to prove she is friendly. She hums a note in her throat, canting her head and questioning just who the woman is and why she's here.