Emberwood the charm and naivety of the early to mid fifties

Chicken!

Reverie was bolting after a frightened white bird (decidedly not a chicken) at top speed. She only stopped when she nearly collided with Klaus —

Wait! Klaus!

Reverie went down in a tumbling heap of gilded fur as she scrambled to a halt to avoid impact. Oh! Klaus! She greeted cheerfully even as she went down, tail waving mid-air and then thumping against the ground as she settled against it.

A bit breathless, she added, Hi!