Blacktail Deer Plateau Warm winds of summer's wreckage

Hope you don't mind me fading this! It's getting rusty. :o

When her father began dancing around, the little friend who had been clinging to his leg suddenly darted in the other direction, and Ty took after it, the world wooshing around her so quickly she could barely focus on her feet beneath her. In no time, she was far, far away from her father and the mushrooms.

In time, she would settle down and fall into a fitful, restless sleep. But not after talking to plants of all sorts, making faces at a puddle, and whispering magical spells to a flower.