Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

Kinusi hadn't meant to speak in poetry. But it wasn't really a surprise storytelling and singing were in her blood after all. She sighed inwardly know those two alone wouldn't always win her favors and thus she would need to be a healer of some sort too like her father. 

She chuckled. I don't know about that. A mimic maybe.

She blink3d. Oh let's see. There was a pack of strange ones. They had a bunch of pretty stones and stuff. They were over this way.

She headed towards the place Akashingo had stayed. Her wrap sides flapping as she trotted. She had to stop to tug it right every so often. But finally she made it and sniffed around some upturned dirt. Paws unearthing some small gem like rocks. Useless to some. Precious to others.

My dad makes amulets with some of these.