Honeyed Pasture if teardrops could be bottled,

Gemstones? What’d he want them for? Saucy wasn’t exactly a shiny things kind of girl, she saw little difference between a diamond and dirt. For whatever reason Dalia or Ford would want a gemstone, Saucy didn’t think she’d find many out here either, they grow in like, mountains I think, the dumbness of that sentence flew totally over her head. 

Her tail began to wag when she was asked about her own antics, I was just running, gotta keep up the grind you know, she replied playfully, energy still shooting through her body. The white lioness let out a playful growl, shaking her powder sugar mane. You wanna run too? I’m in a hyper mood, sorry, she said with a jovial giggle. She wasn’t entirely sure of Dalia’s temperament yet, but a friend is a friend, and fun was fun no matter who you’re with.