Hushed Willows Amid a Crashing World

Her ears flushed hotter than ever. Little, he called her! I'm almost two, She corrected with a bit of bite to her voice, ears slicking back against her skull. And yeah, I'm from around here. Well, kinda. My family's nomads.

I know these parts real well, if you're tryin' to get somewhere, Foxglove added after a moment, her tone softening somewhat. She cast another fond glance around the willow forest. My mama always says the mountains here are hard on travelers. Prettier than other mountains, though.