Jade Fern Grove we've got honey dripping through our veins now

He emerged, a lilac shadow among the jade tinted woods. Quick were words to greet her. Only it was not a greeting. It was news of the bad sort.

Carefully, she placed the bundle she had carried at her paws.

Willingly? Do the children require milk still? Perhaps an odd set of questions — but the details of them felt important to know! — yet her concern was present all the same.