Blackfoot Forest The simorgh sleeps on velvet tongues

Pied nibbled on her lower lip when Hawkeye agreed with her assessment, after initially confessing obliviousness. The yearling wondered what Hawekeye meant by finding and renovating herself, yet she couldn't quite bring herself to ask. She felt a little bit ashamed of that; she wasn't usually the type to stew. It was hard not to feel entirely bitter about what had transpired, though.

Hawkeye's question caught her off guard. She blinked, then smiled wanly. "What a random question..." she observed aloud. She didn't mind it, though, especially if it meant getting her mind off her own resentment. "It's funny that you ask that. I just had a dream about having pups. Well, I only dreamt of one, a daughter." Her lips twitched at the pleasant recollection.

Pied paused for a moment, trying to hold onto the details of the dream, then asked, "I've always wanted puppies. I love looking after them." She paused, then looked at Hawkeye directly, her eyes having roamed until now. "But why do you ask...?"