Hushed Willows And the mome raths outgrabe.

With @Boone nearby, and of course @Reverie ensuring Blossom didn’t wander off the nearest cliff like a lemming, the Willows became a playground for a young, growing girl.

Though, she wasn’t quite so young anymore, was she?

At nearing six months old, the girl was of her full adult height, maybe missing one last growth spurt, but that would only knock it up a few more inches. Her steps were made with lengthy legs, her eyes were alight with wonder.

She was a teenager, or at least getting there, and everyone around her loath to admit it, even Blossom herself. But, it didn’t stop her from capering, dancing through the Willows with a song on her breath.

No, no, not quite right. She murmured to herself, stopping in place for a moment. Then, she shrugged, smiled, and carried on with her cavorting.