Valley of Gold maybe this will change

Did the laughter come closer?

Did the talking?

At some point there was warmth along her and she liked to imagine her mother had come to nap too. It was a short lived thought of comfort as the voice of Foxglove shattered the whispers of the grass.

Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see the familiar face disappear in the grasses that had shielded Petal from any threats. There she was again! Oh, gone again.

No, still very much here.

That's why I'm sleeping. Thump, thump, thump. Her tail betrayed any idea of upset she might have had at being bothered by Foxglove. Whatcha doin'?