Hushed Willows i'm not uncomfortable feeling weird

so sorry for the wait!

she introduces herself as minnow, a fact atwood accepts with minimum acknowledgement beyond the flick of one of his tiny ears.  "a'wood," he answers -- still tripping over the t in his name, mouthful of syllables that it is. he leans back and regards her for a moment, deciding how social he feels like being; the answer is yes. "s'pretty today," atwood says dreamily, "don' you think?"