Hushed Willows You're my starlight and I'm your skyline

Momma?

The girl peered through a sheet of willow, first her nose, then the rest of her features, eyes owlishly blinking. Blossom found the golden hues of her mother easily, offering her a back and forth sweep of her tail as she came dancing over. 

Whats that for? She asked, curious, but ever pleased to be around Reverie. She ducked her head to give a childish butt of her head to her mother’s shoulder, tail speeding into a blur.