Fairspell Meadow Keep me running, running scared

The male relents, to her relief, though his tone sends a flash of irritation through her. She relaxes somewhat as he settles again, completely still save the agitated flick of her tail-tip. Of course I know what a hedgehog is, She bites back before she can stop herself, green eyes fiery. It's a total lie, of course; she's only ever heard of hedgehogs, and she cannot imagine a flower looking like any sort of animal. The imagery is strange, to say the least. I'll find your stupid flower. Hopefully. Somehow. With that, she turns and marches off, intent on finding this dumb flower, though at this point she isn't sure whether it's to help the stranger, or simply to prove that she can.