The Heartwood As we sit alone

BIGEYES

Thankfully her paws were on the black-side of her patterns, so it didn't show very much... but the dirt she kicked up if not paying attention to her footing would stain her underbelly, and the thick feeling on her paws as muck clung to the fibers of her toes made them feel heavier than usual. It was gross, and even as she tried to stay positive, she just kept thinking of how much she just wanted a bath. Some clean, crisp water to carefully wash away the gunk. Even if it was cold, it was better than walking around like some peasant in the mud. 

Raising her eyes excitedly to greet the lovely dark woman, Isadora lit up. A beaming smile and a little thing of a tail flickering happily behind her. She reminded her so much of her mother, they were similar in ways - but the child knew this wasn't Vespera. Not by a longshot, but she was pretty too Isadora guessed in a familiar kind of way. Oh hello! Despite how bubbly she felt at the sight of someone, she remained planted and tried not to move too much in fear of kicking up the disgusting gunk on the ground. You look so much like my mom, but her eyes are purple and she has a scar on one of them, but other than that you two could be twins!

It clearly excited her just a little.