Sun Mote Copse And now my dreams, are nothing like they were meant to be

Niamh's ears flicked back when Bronco laughed at her, but any offense she might've felt melted away when he explained why it was that his pelt reflected the sunlight. She reached out to brush her muzzle against her shoulder, and then against her leg- and noticed how the shimmering dust was easily transferred. "Well, better be careful with all your girlfriends," She warned wryly, tilting her foreleg from side to side to show off the shimmer. "This stuff'll be a dead giveaway if you start foolin' around with more'n one of them." She said. The image of two females, bearing traces of shimmering mica dust in their pelt meeting, and recognizing the truth it meant made her smile a bit. Yeah, that'd be funny to see. 

"So. What news?" She asked, gesturing so that they could continue their conversation along the orders.