Kintla Flatlands Cold bones

Liri had curled amongst the grass, head resting comfortably on her paws, and just as she got comfortable watching the deer - the sneeze broke the silence. Her ears swivelled atop their crown, pointing in the direction of the source. 

Are you kidding me? 

The healer could not be more sure if she was irritated or amused. A disbelieving smile crossed her face as she struggled not to laugh aloud, watching the herd of deer jerk their heads up collectively in response. 

The sylph was sure the deer would flee at the sudden noise but slowly, the herd lowered their heads and began to graze once again - albeit warily. She chuckled silently, craning her freckled head in search of the sneezer but was unable to spot the perpetrator. 

The fae couldn't move too much, for fear of startling the deer away, so she shook her head and settled back into her spot on the ground - content to observe.