Wild Berry Meadow No time

"we do," she agreed, ears planing as she tried not to consider what sort of fate might have befallen maplesmoke. "and you shouldn't have to be."

she was learning, slowly; watching where fancy led them and when, the temperature of the day, the timbre of the nighttime world. these were things she had always monitored on an instinctual basis. now she would try to do so formally.

who's equus? silverbirch piped, and selenia glanced to fancy in amused pride.