Blackfeather Woods kid hang over here, what're you learning in school?

iliksis longed to know the nature of her inner pursuits - what was she tracking the vivid flowers for -- to what god did she supplicate their soft petals? his curiosity compelled him ever closer, and when her eyes flew open with a flutter and a quiet moan expelled from her lips, iliksis' long ears cupped forward in interest.

boldly, he stepped towards her -- he half expected her to abruptly rise from her supine position. he extended his muzzle to hers and his nose quivered as he drew from the cold air the scent of stone, and snow, and all manner of apothecary that still hung on her breath. his gaze turned to the stone pointedly, as if asking her what she intended by frequently haunting such miserable ground.