Noctisardor Bypass What would I ever do with a rose?

The grown-ups continued their conversation and Kikimora did not concern herself with what they were saying. She was enjoying the scents of the forest, the sound of birdsong, the warmth of Springtime sun on her skinny shoulders. She laughed with her playmates and ran with them, until someone cried out.

Druid swept forward to attend the wailing child and Kikimora ventured closer to investigate, concern in her denim gaze. She didn't like to see anybody hurt or afraid, so often hovered uselessly until tears dried up and the ouchies subsided.