Stone Circle besame

she was late!

it fretted her that this felt like her first womanhood duty of sorts, to be called upon, and she scuttled behind the rest. having been busy depositing something into a cache upon the other side of the territory.

she ran as well as a girl of her caliber could. near breathless she came upon them all and felt a soft sting of embarrassment. that was until she realized she recognized not one but two! two! faces who came to them.

her eyes widened to see the beautiful silver lady there, tail whipped behind her as much as it could, crooning a warm note out to her.

but then! there!

croo! this called out warm and familiar before she shied back into herself some. frazzled that she had greeted him so openly, loudly!