Golden Glade die with memories, not dreams

She felt a bright grin spread across her maw as she witnessed her Alphess mold from the mist. She let out a soft chuff, a respectful greeting to her superior. As a petite fae in size already, it did not take much for her to become submissive. Slipping her plume between her hind legs, she lowered her amber eyes to Jhala's paws.

She nearly answered Jhala, but her companion stepped in. She smiled at him faintly before turning her gaze back to Jhala, a glint of pleading in her eyes. She searched the fae's expression with her own, she seemed to be solving a puzzle. With a friendly fan of her ivory tail she waited to see what Jhala would say. One could say she was hopeful to hear.