Firefly Glen [PHE] young & beautiful

Others were adorned in artfully crafted materials—cloaks—headpieces. She thought she caught a glimpse of intricate drawings upon their fur, and suddenly, she self-consciously brushed the feather she had strung behind her ear, feeling it all rather foolish in the wake of such grandeur and beauty.

Blinking—her eyes were drawn to a voice close to her, and she noticed the yearling was talking to her. Trying to hide her surprise with the flash of a smile, her honeyed eyes drew over the sharp angles of the darker girl, a brow arching as she shifted her weight, muzzle canting only slightly, deciding to ignore being referenced as a tiny rock. “That obvious, huh?”