Emberwood Take my love down to Baton Rouge

He looked confused at her joyful tone, spewing out whatever was on her mind. 'Stick races?'? Whatever was going on up on the Sunspire, Dovev knew this slim and energetic female would be in the heart of it. Stick races seemed right up her alley.

No. I don't think we time for those, Dovev responded, his voice void of condescending. If that's what she liked to do, then fine. But if that's what took up her time, maybe that's why she was hungry.

Good luck finding food, then. His blue eyes were losing their luster and had morphed into smooth planes of glass. I should be getting on, now. The light had receded behind the mountain, and now only a dark orange glow lit Emberwood's leaves. It was still a spectacle to behold, but the male was much more at ease near the Creek and out in the open.