Wild Berry Meadow come on out & dance

The sound of approaching paws—or more so the scent of a meal upon a hungry maw—grew weariness within Georgia's mind. She stilled herself, then, careful, ears perked, but a girl eventually broke through the shrubbery, green eyes filled with a friendliness that made the peach visibly relax. An amazin' one, she sang in response.

A gesture for the girl to come lay beside her, should she wish, before using a single paw to vaguely motion towards the sky. Look at them clouds, hun', an' tell me whatcha see, a smile upon a pink face, glowing, radiant. A cloud, then, crossed her vision, and she gasped. See? See! That one's a rabbit. Got the ears n' everythin'.

Georgia looked over at the girl, then. Ya ever been cloud-gazing befo'e?