Redtail Rise black flies on the windowsill

His response brought a smile to her face, and she nodded slowly, looking around. "Yes, I suppose you're right," Lily remarked, catching a verdant glimpse here and there. It was quite lovely, to see life growing from death. Still, it wasn't a place that she was eager to find herself in more often than she had to be.

Lily cast her eyes demurely down at his nickname, grinning cheekily. "You tell me," she shot back, laughter in her voice. Her gaze sparkled with mirth. "I'm just exploring. Looking for fun things to do." She dipped her muzzle in greeting, tail gently waving behind her. "I'm Lily."

Little blackbird. She liked the sound of that, and supposed she'd remember it forever. No one had ever given her such a nickname--she'd always been "dear" or "love" to her parents, and "darling" to Freddie. Sweet, but generic. This seemed more personal.