Hushed Willows I'll tell you stories of a better time

To her utter relief, the girl began to melt, though she didn't miss the eye roll thrown her way. She smiled wider as Ibis pulled out the skull and brushed off the leaves, beginning to tell her all about her new toy. I think it's very pretty. It is, right?

Well, as pretty as a skull could be, Lily supposed. It was pleasantly smooth and round. Yes, I agree, the blackbird said, nodding. It's very unique. It doesn't look like any other rock around. You found buried treasure, I should say.

She laid down, placing her paws, sphinx-like, in front of her. What do you do with it? she asked, cocking her head. What sort of games could you use it for? Surely it's too soft to toss around, or to chew like a--a bone. A leg bone, anyway.