Overture Downs I told you a lie, désolé, mon amour

her cheeks were hot. scorched earth that combated the chill in the air.

the woman who had discovered her was...lovely. regal. clean. healthy. bracken could have gone on forever with words in her mind and none of them would have fit herself. she found herself suddenly desperately needing to catch her breath, however it was not for the fall she had taken.

the woman wore a distinct perfume but as she could tell, it was the only kind around here.

she decided it might be good to lean upon the kindness being given to her in this moment.

know healer? she lifted a front left paw in a limp manner. a display of her sudden predicament. her grin was as shy as it was mischievous.