Firefly Glen [phe] Osiris

There’d been whispers of royalty from far-off places, and Nantahala found herself intrigued by the conversations. She’d kept an eye on their camp, watching them with interest from afar, but didn’t dare approach them—until today. Tasks and other commitments had kept her away, but, today, she decided to prioritize meeting new faces and sharing words with them.

After drawing a fox fur around her shoulders and collecting an ermine fur in her jaws, she set off in the direction of their camp. As she arrived, she spotted a woman who was joined by attendants. She stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the woman’s beauty; there was an ethereal beauty to her, and she was unlike anyone she’d seen before. She was gorgeous. But, as intimidating as she may have been to some, Nantahala wasn’t deterred. She smiled sweetly, her tail wagging behind her, and greeted through a mouthful of fur:

Hi!!!