The Sunspire kiss me goodnight like a good friend might, i'll do the same but won't mean it

From her place near the den, Wisp watched as a silvery bead of dew crept down the edge of a blade of grass. The only telling sign that she wasn't a statue was the occasional quiver of her whiskers and tremble of her brows. Even her eyes failed to twitch. She'd been watching it for the past ten minutes, once more focusing in on something so intently that the rest of the world seemed to disappear around her. What was it like, she wondered, being dew? What was it like to be a blade of grass?

Another puppy might have engaged their imagination to answer these questions, but Wisp didn't. She thought of them literally and didn't know how to imagine herself as one of those things in a fantasy scenario. Instead, she lamented that she might never know. Her tail twitched, signalling that the end of her fixation was drawing near. Remi's arrival pulled her out of it early, since her sister announced her presence with spoken word, preventing Wisp from being unnerved at finding her there all of a sudden.

She blinked twice and looked up. A yellow flower dangled from Remi's tiny silver muzzle, earning several thumps of Wisteria's tail. "Oooooooh," she said, leaning awkwardly forward over her bound limb to sniff at it. There were many such flowers around that she had inspected thoroughly before, and Remi had her attention, so she didn't zone into it like she had with the dew. Still, she watched the flower for longer than one might expect, and only really looked up again when Remi's paw gently touched her brace.

Wisp pulled it off the ground but couldn't crook the limb like she wanted to thanks to the sticks keeping it stable, and she frowned. "Bedda," she insisted, as she lowered her muzzle to gnaw at it for a second, "buh don' likey."