Firestone Hot Springs Birdie Boiler

Hiya!

Charlotte took careful, calculated steps as she marched through the springs. She was no stranger to cold weather, having been born in the North, and her winter coat had long since begun coming in, but it was still nice to get a break from the winter's wrath. The waters here were much more lively than those she'd previously come across, but then again, were they? Of course, they were thriving in the heat of the enviroment but could anything really live within them? Charlotte pondered on the subject for a moment, before another woman's scent broke the barrier of salt in her nostrils.

She offered a small chuff before (carefully) bounding over to the stranger. Their coats were near stark opposites, and yet she owned a strange sort of beauty; simple and elegant, untocuhable. Hello, Charlotte cooed, her voice level yet sweet. Enjoying the warmth? She flashed a charming smile, accompanied with a curious head cock and raised ears. She wanted to know more, for already was she intrigued.