Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

[table width=80%][tr][td]It had been a weird comment, she knew but necessary nonetheless. It was time for her to understand who and what she was to the dark woods and its members and that was a valuable player in this game of emotions and silent partnerships. For a moment did she wonder what name Damien had given her brother, given that he never spoke of it and probably preferred the name Nemesis had given him at birth.

Her ears perked at his question, eyes glancing from the rabbit to him and back again. She wasn't a border gal, but she'd hate to miss out on possible conversations with her brother. Let me first hide this, I will not be long - no peeking! She said, not wanting him to follow her around to where she stored all her valuable items. She smiled gently as she picked her brother's gift up and trotted off, storing the item in the blink of an eye. As she was on her way back, she hoped Atshen had simply stayed put.[/tr][/td][/table]