Chimera Fields drink a cup of cyanide for sweet dreams

Tzila had no idea why she was even bothering to trail after the man, whose name was still lost to her. Maybe it was because his cheerful company kept reminding her that perhaps, a small part of herself wanted to be better. She withheld the sigh she nearly let loose. She still had much thinking to do, but today she was not in the mood to go digging deep, examining her emotions. She'd sweep that under the rug and forget about it.

"Hey." She called, closing the space between them at an easy little trot. Her highly carried tail gave away her good mood, her sense of ease. "Looks like you were right." She smiled faintly. "Even if the other day wasn't ideal...on my end, I still like your company." She offered, moving past him to further examine the contrasting plains, but with little interest in her eye.