Firefly Glen she traveled this road as a child

"For medicine," she clarified, though to be totally honest, she wasn't sure of its proper use. Only that it had been in the bundles of many healers she'd met.

She laughed.

"I understand," she assured the other girl. "It's Angel Oak, actually — but I prefer just Angel, too. I think Dreama suits you."

Secretly, though, she'd always thought Dreamgirl to be an enchanting and evocative name. The name of a princess, perhaps. But she could see how that could feel a little loaded, and she was happy to call the girl by her preferred name.

"I'm doing well," she replied, her tail waving. "Just visiting my mother before I head back to the plains. You're near Moonglow, you know? Where I grew up. Now we've both seen each other's childhood stomping grounds."

They'd never been close — there hadn't been time! — but Angel still remembered her fondly as part of the beautiful mosaic that had been her visit to Round Valley. And now it seemed they had something in common: a propensity toward wandering.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked with interest.