Hushed Willows Amid a Crashing World

Limbs tangling, pink toes splayed and scrabbling in the dirt, Foxglove flipped onto her back just in time to fix wide dark eyes on the stranger. He was no dull sight, all dusky-furred and woodland wrought. Dazed, she blinked and let the man help her to her feet. A blush crept down the tips of her ears and over her cheeks.

Good? I - yeah, I'm - fine! She hated the way her voice pitched just a little higher. But what could she do? Foxglove swallowed hard and glanced over her shoulder briefly, as if to check and make sure they were still in the same willow forest. Apparently it wasn't as familiar to the man as it was to her. S'just the mountains...? She turned her gaze back to the man, her tone uncertain. Coast's that way, if ya want. Valley's that way. Fox gestured with her nose, first north and then east to indicate the directions she knew.

And then south... Oh, desert's that way. That answer your question? She cocked her head to one side, curious.