Blacktail Deer Plateau the emerald necklace

Fox eyed him when he said the word "laughter," although she was obviously amused by it. It was funny how he said the word, rather than just laughing. Perhaps it was just a silly joke. Or a quirk of his she was only just now discovering. Truth be told, she hadn't spent too much time with Lasher. The girl had been glued to Perry's hip ever since arriving, and she had hung out with him on several occasions prior. With Lasher, she had met him only once before, and had only talked with him while others were around. This, er, private meeting, was different.

When he paused to plant the flower, Fox realized that he had been putting things in the ground rather than pulling them out. “Oh,” she said sheepishly, “Sorry.” Backing away from the bed of flowers (now half-ruined from her antics), her ears perked up when he asked if she was settling in. It had been a long time since anybody had asked her that question. In fact, she wasn't sure if she had ever been asked. Had Lethe done so before she perished? If not, it was the only time the opportunity had presented itself.

“I don’t know,” she confessed, “I haven’t done much except stay with Peregrine.”