Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

He denied her request of sorts, a dear disappointment to the golden woman and not what she was looking for. With a dismissive huff, she let her tail hang limp, deciding not to press the matter and rather get to know Tambourine. "It's ok," she'd smile, "And no, I'm perfectly fine." Whilst her words remained directed at the youth, she couldn't help but glance once or twice over his smarted grey shoulder towards the range he claimed to hold alliance to.

"I've never seen a land quite as scenic as this," she'd murmur, quite out of the blue until catching herself with a little shuffle and a good-humoured grin. "Sorry, I often get sidetracked."