Flycatcher Downs godling

She let out a soft chuckle. Holding me to high standards so soon? Her voice was a soft teasing tone as she jokingly questioned him. Rosemallow supposed she had held him to such standards first. Sigh for sore eyes and all.

A sigh escaped her and the twinkling light of playfulness in her eyes seemed to dim. Far too long. The ashy female answered with a soft tilt of her head. How long had it been? A few weeks? No, longer than that. Months? That sounded more correct. Although she would never openly admit it she had stopped keeping track of the moon cycles some time ago.