Ocean's Breath Plateau a chantar mer

!! She lifted her head with a sudden jerk, ears snapped forward in attention. The moment she saw the source, though, she relaxed, letting out a similar chirp of light, honey sound in return. She hadn't find a good batch of grass she'd wanted yet, so the diversion wasn't too bad - she did turn her gaze back on her work, though, pressing her nose into the grass and chipping away at a few long, tall strands. Four would do; the moon liked equal numbers, who knew?

"This is going to be the first charm I make here," her voice smoothed out around a mouthful of reeds, placing them at her feet and lifting her head to try and gather the other girl's eye. "Exciting, huh?" Her lips spread in a broad, white smile, taking in her new company's way. She had such a color to her pelt, it was fascinating! Antigone had lived a life of monochrome, blacks and greys and whites in all sorts of transitions; but this girl was the pale brown of sun-dried dirt, and even in the moonlight you could see the solidness of her, the soil in her way. It was a nice and grounding color, strong as the cradle of the tides; that was an honor in and of itself, no? "Let's only hope these tides don't wash it away while it soaks."

She always had a habit of talking like others might know what she mean - she's never really had to explain these things to others, so it's not her first instinct by any means. Hopefully, her enthusiasm makes it a little less awkward, at the very least.