Hushed Willows Our faces blue

The girl made a noise of excitement that seemed to drag her further out of herself. Harlyn's head canted slightly as she watched the girl. She was so happy, and so innocent. The druid couldn't even figure what it was that was pleasing the child so. It didn't matter much. Her voice, the happy ringing of her words. She drew closer.

"Peeloo?" Harlyn repeated curiously, "I am not familiar with this activity." She slid down onto her stomach a few feet before the young wolf, watching her face intently. "Tell me more," she implored, knowing the pup likely had no idea what she was saying. She wanted to hear that voice again - that unbridled joy and excitement that had no cause to even exist given the circumstances of her life. It was as though Harlyn's eyes were closed and she couldn't make herself to open them. Prialux was the curtain being drawn, forcing her to wake up.