Whitefish River Very scary doll

The girl giggled, and Genie wasn't sure if she was flattered or just outright confused. She decided on the latter and stared as the stranger spoke, calling her 'lil' sprite' and inquiring on the status of her stomach. Once again, she wasn't sure if she was flattered or confused, and thought that perhaps, it was neither. Perhaps it was just nice to be called a nickname, especially since it wasn't a rude one. Still, Genie looked at the girl rather apprehensively, but the soft growl of her stomach reminded her of her priorities — thank god the stranger was far enough not to hear the rumble — and besides, it really couldn't hurt, right? The other yearling seemed friendly enough.

"Yeah, a bit," Genie said sheepishly, her tongue swiping at her lips. With an air of cautious hesitance, she glided over. The girl, she realised as she drew closer, was beautiful. She was long-legged, which meant she probably towered over Genie, and predominantly dark, with ash peppering her hackles and a creamy white painting the base of her throat, gliding down the front of her chest. Her eyes were bright and reminded Genie distantly of stars, even though the colour was completely wrong. The aspriring medic cleared her throat, and said abashedly, "yeah, um, sorry about earlier. I thought no one was around." 

Genie tilted her head, ears slipping back against her skull for a moment before angling forwards once more. "And for the food," she added as an afterthought. She'd stopped by the stranger's haul, but wasn't sure if she was actually allowed to eat yet, and so lingered awkwardly.