Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

Vairë grinned up at the taller man, smile so wide it crinkled her eyes at the edges. Her tail was no doubt battering his legs, but she couldn’t help its frantic waving. This was just a joyous environment, and so infectious it made her feel sickly sweet to her stomach.

It helped that they were leaning on each other. The butterflies in her stomach burst bright with bubbles and flowers and every other ditzy little thing she could think of. She’d righteously scold herself later, but this was now, and she was not thinking of then.

I got my name for a reason, you know. She teased, catching her tongue between her teeth.

I’ll be hunting with the rest of you. Though, I’m sure they’d love it if you brought them something. She leaned up to tuck her nose near his ear, better to be heard with.

Can you tell which one is which?