Firefly Glen ^__________________^

His translated question made her suck in a breath, then let it out slowly. Treepie was enjoying his company and their brief conversation so far, yet they hardly knew one another. Besides, she didn’t really feel like dwelling on her heartaches right now.

I’m not sad. I just have resting bitch face, she told him with a small smile. Where are you from, Rowyn? I’m from Moonspear, she didn’t mind sharing, slanting her muzzle toward the mountain looming over the glen.

The tilt of her muzzle allowed the first drifting snowflake to find its way up her nose. It tickled! Pie wriggled her snoot, not sure whether or not she was about to sneeze.