Flycatcher Downs godling

She slowed to a halt once she was a few feet away. Her own tail swayed with a slow rhythm behind her ashy form. She examined him with her lively colored eyes and quickly made it known that she liked — in one way or another — what she saw.

Sight for sore eyes. She murmured in a gentle tone meant for his ears alone. Rosemallow was not sure when the last time she had seen someone was. Nor could she recall the last face being a friendly face. Obviously this one wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows but...well, he was the best she had.

Silently she took a seat, wondering if he would respond to her less-than-typical greeting.