Overture Downs Feel quite clean in this new skin that we have grown.

He promptly apologized, and just as she began to feel more at-ease she heard his compliment of her singing, which made her nervous all over again. Or, maybe not nervous - that wasn't entirely right. Surprised, maybe. Embarrassed, certainly. Charmed to some degree too.

You're from the Hollow, right? He asked.
Um, yes, my dad is one of the leaders. She explained; it wasn't her intent to hide behind her father's position or to flaunt her affiliation, although it could've been taken that way.

Ibis glanced at him a few times; each time fleeting, trying to be polite as she spoke to him (because that's what her moms taught her to do), but finding it difficult to look at him for very long. She didn't want to stare but the composition of his coat was appealing to her, and the appealing look of his face. To be frank: he was cute, and she didn't know what to do about it.

Are you? Ibis blurted after a second and realized even as she spoke that it was a stupid question. Of course he was! How else would he have recognized her as part of the pack if he wasn't also? Stupid, stupid, stupid.