The Butterfly

no problem! I've been away too, so...

Aine closed her eyes, remembering. "I lived on a great, great plain, with tall grasses for miles and miles tha' was dotted with buffalo herds an' other animals... An' te the west, a grea' mountain range that scratched at' the sky an' played with the sunset, making a beautiful golden-red rainbow on the mountaintops, making them seem as if they were on fire... Me and my family would always stay up late te count the stars that splashed the sky as if was a whirling torrent of light..."

Aine opened her eyes again and looked at Thistle. "An' ye needn't worry about Kennedy an' me... Though if he rubs my fur the wrong way, I migh' need te get a little rough, though I won't do it if ye don't like me te or don't want me te."