Blackfeather Woods you will fly on your own

The girl did not even notice her, much to her own disappointment. But she did not take offence. The dark furred girl was obviously busy, and she turned the other way to walk. She did not want to interrupt when her presence was no desired. But she could not take more than a few steps when she realised the audacity of it all. She was, what, worried of what a teen thought of her. No, she didn't care that much. She cared for Kendra in a way she had not cared before but she would not be scared of something as petty as rejection. 

But when she came upon Kendra digging the beginnings of her garden, she couldn't help but to feel a little out of  her league. Plants, soil, green things, it was all foreign to her. No matter, they had other interests and that was that. "I'm pleased you started so soon," A soft smile met her face. She noticed the spring did often wash out plants, especially when the cold had not completely gone and the soil was so muddy. "It looks like it's coming along quite nicely," She was please for Kendra, as she could imagine the whole thing flourishing in the days to come.