Fox's Glade When you were lonely, you needed a man.

If Ibis had known what sort of self-depricating thoughts were rolling through the girl's mind, she'd have gasped in shock and denied them utterly; Ibis thought everyone was beautiful, and this stranger was no exception. Comparisons were impossible to avoid (even she knew that, often comparing her softly toned coat to the beautiful blush-like, plush coat of Eleuthera and being tremendously jealous for it), but deep down Ibis truly had no concept of ugly.

She heard the girl mention something about a flower and that caused her attention to divert temporarily, her eyes trailing up to where the swarthy girl was looking. Ibis couldn't see anything familiar but she was willing to help in the hunt, and soon enough was scouring the ground at her feet in case the flowers had fallen — but she didn't really know what she was hunting for. 

That flower! called her new friend; Ibis looked at her as she exclaimed and saw the flower decorating her bottom. She smiled, blushing a little, but the expression faltered a little bit — birds? What birds? Oh! No, I was just exploring, she clarified quickly, almost like the prospect of hunting was too much to think about. What kind of flower is it? She asked next as she drew close.