Sun Mote Copse could it have been another blonde.

It took more than thirty seconds for Weejay to get over herself. After all, nothing smarts like a strike to the nose. Her tears were still hot on her face as Pox-Penn-Tiny Demon decided he had better things to do, like bully playing out of her. Bewildered, Weejay sat upright while rubbing her nose. "No!"

She was not going to play - not when he had handled her face so indelicately! Shuffling her body around so that her back was to the chompy child, Weejay sniffed loudly and rested her head on her paws, exhaling a loud and solemn sigh.