Golden Glade We're only hearts and bones and blood

Slowly, she became aware that she was being watched. A boy; a stranger. Or... perhaps not a stranger? There was something familiar in his giltfire eyes, something in the elegance with which he held himself, that spoke to her of home. Maybe it was only the lingering memory of a mother who loved her more than anything in the world.

Still, Foxglove was immediately captured by his eyes. In the midst of her dance she stilled, one paw still lifted from the ground as if she meant to spring back into movement at any moment. Her ears twitched. Hello, Fox managed to call out after a moment, a little breathless.