Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

There was nobody in sight, no soul to witness her exuberance in the last of autumn's fingertips as her golden figure came to a prancing pause amongst the iced petals. Her trail was visible, far out to the south as she looked on through bemused, yet slightly pained, eyes. "Oh brother, if you could see me now,' she'd crow, her bark a harsh cover of the inner squirming she tried to hide. She'd set out alone many a time, this one would be no different, would it? With a shake of her head, the nymph turned to pad back, striving back into the heart of the frosted field, a small smile plastered upon her muzzle. She'd forge a life of her own.

Hello!

The call was what drew her head up high and lead her body to composure as her mint pools caught site of a small figure up ahead. "Ah, young one!" the maiden would greet, face crinkling into a grin as she approached the youth. "What are you doing out here? Surely you're not alone." The query was more to satisfy her own curiosity than for actual need of knowledge, though if this stranger needed assistance there'd be no doubt that Sim would gladly lend a paw.