Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

The panic finally abated, and the girl fell asleep, crumbling into slumber. She let out a sigh of relief, though knowing the fight was still not over. Despite herself, Maegi drew her tongue along the somnolent forehead, smoothing the silky fur there.

Then, with a shake to compose herself, the elder Melonii--still trembling, herself--stalked into the trees, hoping to collect more herbs. She cast a jaundiced eye at the plant on her way there.

Pretty. Ha. Pretty dangerous, more like.