Fairspell Meadow i sing the blues and swallow them too

Hm? Ainhoa looked up from the ground and listened to pinpoint the source of the sound. Her eyes eventually fell on a stranger, only a short distance away. She was similarly sheepish, but offered another chuff in reply. Hello? she called, wondering if she might be given a response.

The sylph continued onward until the stranger's scent was clear. She drew in a deep breath and admired her cream-colored coat, noting the peculiar marking on her chest. You are very pretty, Ainhoa stated.