Cricket Creek Bog fed me skittles on a burial ground

His reaction, clearly caught off guard and not threatening in the least, put Raven at ease and disarmed her enough to bring a smile to her face. The sight of him standing there with an apple at his feet suddenly conjured images of an adorably apple-drunk Ceara and she felt a pang of sadness — she missed her old friend. She was completely oblivious to the connection the two of them shared, of course, but her fiery companion was never far from her thoughts regardless.

”Oh no,” she replied hastily, her tail waving good-naturedly behind her as she drew a few steps nearer. ”Not at all! I was just out for a walk and saw you, thought I’d say hello. I’m Raven and I live near here. How about you?”