Kintla Flatlands Falling from the stars

Blue Willow listened and she did she looked around. Fall really was a beautiful season despite the cold that would follow. The leaves on the trees with their pretty colors were beautiful to behold. The brisk cool in the air, and the warm afternoons made for an interesting and welcome contrast. The grass greener than normal from all the wetness in the morning was bright next to the blue of the sky and the bright sunlight.

She turned back towards the little fox, such a tiny little thing. It is nice to have a family near you. Who did you meet? Perhaps I know them too. Then the femme grew quiet and simply waited patiently.