Hideaway Strath ragwort,

Developmental stage: 5 weeks/3 human years. For any of the puppies! (@Turmeric, @Thyme, @Alduin, @Lotus , set in Twilight Hollow around, well, twilight. XD)

Mantli was collecting lavender in the Hollow near their den (for her anxiety though Momo didn't know this). Unbeknownst to the gilded girl, her mother had decided to wait until dusk to suggest a trip to the lavender-blanketed meadows -- so their pale skin wouldn't burn under the summer sun beneath their thin coats, and also so Momotzli could see the fireflies emerge. She'd been utterly fascinated when the sun began to set, lengthening the shadows of the trees that dotted the Hollow sparsely -- seemingly burning them from behind as the sky lit in vibrant hues of orange and red, blackening the silhouettes of the trees into flat cutouts against the bright colors. 

She'd wandered from Aerin's side for a moment, chasing after one of the flickering green insects -- giggling and snapping at the flying bug as it drifted away, completely unconcerned or perhaps just unaware of its pursuer. Momotzli could have easily snatched up and killed the lightning bug in her jaws but that would have ruined the fun of it; and perhaps she was like her mother in a way, abhorring needless violence or cruelty.

The pup seemed completely unperturbed by the hushed stillness that fell over the territory as she frolicked through the foxglove, accustomed to the silence of her own company and confident in her safety amongst the Saints and their home -- for she had never been given any reason to doubt it.