Sun Mote Copse all my friends are turning green

Nellie was her mother's daughter through and through. The only visual feature that the golden-pelted girl had inherited from her father, was the tell-tale stripe along the length of her back. Wraen had spotted the girl from a distance, observed her working for a little while and only then approached. She had changed a good deal and it was amazing to think that this young woman had been a pudgy, fluffy ball of fur just six - seven months prior. Children grew up too fast, but did not all parents come to this realization at some point?

"Hi, Nellie," Wraen greeted her, regarded the girl's work with interest, then went down to the business. "Just wanted to hear, how have you been settling in. It's been a while, since you were here last, a lot has changed and there is a much to take in."