Hushed Willows Don't be long, for the end is nigh

Foxglove rolled several times across the ground when Dusty Rose tripped her, landing right up against Reverie's forelegs with a tiny oof. She recovered quickly, though, bouncing to her feet before her mother could even begin to worry. Reverie laughed softly as her daughter took off running again, yelling about flowers — this time back toward the den.

Petal was swift to follow. If she'd said hi at all, it'd been too quiet to hear. Just as quickly as the kids had come out of the den they were gone again, and Reverie was alone with Dusty Rose.

She glanced to him. Well... dancing lesson time? A playful smile lit her features.

So they danced the afternoon away.