Hushed Willows beautiful red bones

she had yet to meet anyone that was aposed to her using their old nicknames, why would they? when they were all little pixies it was hard to say all these complicated syllables, how was a little girl to remember if a name had a long a or when to roll your tongue? it had been impossible but it still made her smile when the childish names were accepted by her friends. oh! how she loved to be called deidei, it always sounded so pretty from everyone's accented lips!

for a moment she forgot to speak, her eyes roaming over orlaith's form. the bits of fire color that clung to her fur, the gentle blending made her sure that her wings would be made of sharp angles. their color would shift every time they twitched, a living flame always flickering along her spine. snap! oh right, she had spoken!  what had she said again? the butterfly danced from foot to foot as she bought herself some time, periwinkle eyes going to the gentle moss. 

  "yeah, the old court was too full.. " she agreed, a slight sad tone edging her voice before sheremembering she had not come alone. the excitement reentered, "vivi and fio came with me too!"