Morningside Cuesta conveniently misplacing the steps that i've been taking

he spoke and her face flushed. silently scolding herself for not knowing more of the common tongue by now. how many times had she encountered those who spoke it?

yet she did not let it deter her from continuing this game.

she sprang upright from her tumble when he bowed low. the old dusting of snow clumped on the longer parts of her fur, cold accents among her cream coat now.

she barked at him and then took off, uncertain where she was going or what she had planned.

but the day would be fun. memorable.

she would not forget the charming face that had played with her.