Flycatcher Downs godling

I should sleep but your posts are so exciting ;O;

Her tail swayed a bit faster when he approached, his response drawing a wide smile from her masked face. Don’t sell yourself short. She spoke without a care but each word was honest. The air around her would ooze with her relaxed demeanor.

Rosemallow did not consider to think that the stranger could be hiding malicious intent. She was deathly lonesome and he had been her savior in what felt like a desert of abandonment. Not to say she thought he was going to be around forever or something like that.

He was merely, like she had said, a sight for sore (lonely) eyes.