Valley of Gold doing good

There seemed to be something almost melancholy about the girl, at times. It made Dusty Rose uncomfortable in an empathetic sort of way. It was a reminder of all the harder times he'd faced, but he didn't know why he found it in the face of a child. He wished that he would not.

"It'd be real nice," he agreed, bowing low to the girl. She wasn't much of a dancer, he knew, but he wanted her to do something with energy and virve. Maybe that would erase some of his worries. "But y'know they say a watched cloud don't pour. You gotta be doin' somethin' else. Then it's like a nice surprise when you feel those first drops on your back."

He flopped over and made a snappy little bid for her tiny paw. His teeth wouldn't score, but perhaps it was still uncomfortable to have such large teeth reaching for your paws.

"Let's do something," he insisted. "What do you like to do?"