Stone Circle this one's mine

The days were longer than usual. It was hard to be happy when she thought of who she missed... though she did try. Leta ran through the motions, for the most part... but there was little else for her to do but that. Well, little else that she desired to. She wanted to become stronger, she wanted to become braver, but all that came second to simply wanting to feel happy again. 

A spark of that when she heard a voice calling for her.

Leta was curious as she made her way toward the border, and a little antsy too—but when she saw who called, she simply felt warm all over rather than soggy. Self-conscious, suddenly, Leta wondered if she looked as wet rat as she felt... and hoped not. Her tail waved as she bounded toward the border, almost slipping and crashing into their guests—she stopped, though when she blinked her nose was inches away from Osiris' own. 

She pushed backwards, laughing, oh, ah, sorry!!! It's so wet! before turning her hazel gaze to Desdemona. Hi! I'm Leta, welcome to Easthollow! She waited a beat so the other could introduce herself, though her eyes drifted toward Osiris. Leta was not incognito enough to hide the sheepish, happy little grin that lit up her features. It had been the first time her expression shifted since her aunt died into one of [i]happiness.