Fairspell Meadow ambaróne

Easy was just a little surprised by the young woman's reaction. She recalled someone making her a similar offer all too long ago, and she'd been too proud, wanting to raise them on her own. Or maybe hoping Aditya would come back — it was hard to remember what lies she'd told herself back in those early days.

She gave the young woman a brief nuzzle, and fought her instinct to tell her that everything would be alright.

"My name is Ishara Morningbreeze," she said, and she gave the butterfly a moment to supply her own name, even guessing that it would not come. "Friends call me Easy, she went on, although it seemed the the butterfly would call her nothing. "I've been looking for a den. It will be somewhere near here, I think. But perhaps that can wait."

She jabbed the butterfly with her nose — [I]tag! you're it! — and then danced out of reach to slap the ground.