Swiftcurrent Creek As my garden grows aches and the turf drinks old rain

quick cameo! Blossom can be acknowledged but she’s also a kid who has become fascinated with Everything Else Besides Adults so she won’t react unless touched or prompted

In true purse chihuahua fashion, Blossom was hauled off to the new sound. Her flailing paws tucked to her stomach and chest, her tail tucking, and she let out an involuntary noise, a meek little yap of a sound, before setting into this familiar routine.

She watched her surroundings go by in a steady up and down with her mother’s bobbing walk, focusing on every new color she could see and then some! Wasn’t the world just peachy?

Blossom thought so.

She was sat down between Reverie’s paws, gentle as she ever was, but she released a little “oof” anyway. Her response to all of the goings on was a momentary string of babbled noises, like a bubble machine, before her attention would be caught by a passing insect that she would proceed to nasally mouth-breath at.