Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

the girl stiffens upon the approach of neon, and in hopes of not frightening her anymore, she takes a tentative step backward. her tail stops wagging for a moment, though when a greeting is offered, neon returns to her happy sway. her ears stick forward when she can hear the upward swing of her tone, hinting that she perhaps hails from a place where a different tongue is used.

"didn't mean to surprise you," she says politely after setting down the groundhog by her feet, "do you live here? you probably weren't expecting drop-ins." a little laugh at the end escapes her because neon has the habit of laughing at her own jokes, whether they're funny or she's diffusing tension. if neon were to be a person, she would add 'lol' after every text message to avoid coming off cross.

the girl was smaller than her, but she couldn't deny that she was beautiful. the sweeps beneath her eyes really brought out the emerald hues. neon was happy to see more colorful irises in her travels these days.