Fairspell Meadow Flowers and boys mix well

If she had known her brothers fearful thoughts of squashing the already gooshy balls she would have laughed—and likely wrapped him in a warm hug. There was something about the companionship of her littermate that soothed her. She was a little wild… and he was grounded. Lotus liked to think they managed to keep their lives in a form of equilibrium as such.

“Can we name them, do you think? How many do you think they’ll be?”