Dawnlark Plains Lemonade

Her lips parted when he scooted further away from her, some of the tension in her muscles relaxing ever so slightly as she assumed he was preparing to disembark. Instead, he hovered, introducing himself. Larkspur stiffened again, glancing sideways and desperately willing @Silas or @Pippin to come save her from this stranger, to prove that she wasn't alone if nothing else.

She was shy, not dumb, so she knew he expected an introduction of her own. Yet Larkspur did not feel comfortable giving him any information about herself. She had lived a sheltered life until their departure from the hollow, yet Harlyn and Mordecai had instilled in their children a wariness of strangers. It also helped that Spur was naturally disinclined to engage. The pup remained mum, lips pressed tightly together.