Hushed Willows the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams

she smiles gentle, glad at the ease of their interaction but expecting it; the universe had led her here, after all. "wherever my skills may be of use; I offer them gladly." she returns his motion with a dip of her own muzzle, stepping lightly into the willows after him. for a moment, she stills and listens to the gentle sway of the leaves; this, she knows, is right. small smile touches her muzzle as she moves after him, offering a "thank you, Sunny," as she accepts his offer of a tour gladly.