Redtail Rise buoyant

It’s entirely possible- she’s been haunting the den Prophet made for her but would still see Relic. gopher it!

Where Relic stood rigid like an oak, Ancelin was fluid, like a willow. She could never be sure entirely how to read either of them- whether one was aloof, or the other shy. She was a bolt of lightning, regardless- drawn in to strike at both. 

She considered his bashfulness, and felt lightly suspicious. Still- she liked gifts, and she moved to behold the blue shell with wondering eyes. She drew in a sharp inhale; it was more cerulean, with waves of aquamarine- but very much blue, and beautiful. Perhaps this was how he saw her eyes, too; the thought made her heart flutter.

”Oh Anthuhlin!” she could tell how much he wanted to impress her by his excited chattering. ”I’ve never theen anything tho pretty!” She said, nosing it and gasping as the light made it shine. Wet with light rain, it looked slick, lifelike. She made a soft squeal and pressed herself against him- hoping he might not move away. ”I love it!”