Flycatcher Downs godling

A phone post before bed from me, excuse any typos ❤️

She was unsure of these new lands. The openness of this specific area made her feel...odd. Uneasy. She could not explain it fully but for someone who had always had some place to hide, this was a foreign situation. It made her skin crawl ever so slightly.

Electric seafoam eyes fluttered back and forth, seeking shelter somewhere. Yet nothing appealed to her. Except for the speck of life on the horizon. Now that appealed to her. She set out towards them with long strides, a casualness to her pose. Rosemallow was not here to start a fight or threaten anyone.

She let out a soft bark in hopes she would be rewarded with the attention she wanted.