Northstar Vale the girl with the broken smile

The silver-crusted spring of her pale gaze sparkled with mirth as it rose to his own quizzical orbs of sunlight. Despite her intentions, a grin wavered over her petal lips as her teeth sunk into them gently, biting down on an amused chuckle - for fear of rendering Collision self-conscious - as she turned her attention back to the dirt. 

"Ze dirt needs ta be churn-ed," the botanist murmured quietly in explanation as she demonstrated, dusted and diminutive paws tearing and sifting through the earth painstakingly. 

"Vhat did ye do bef-ore? In yer old pack?" She dared to ask as she worked, peering over at him occasionally as they tilled in comfortable silence - neither Peasant appearing to be pressed to conversate.