Firefly Glen change, change will preserve us

As Toad wiggled her foot to remove the sand, the newcomer did the same and introduced herself. She had a very pretty name, and Toad relaxed as Bronco repeated it back. Toad stepped back and wiped the sides and bottom of her foot on the much drier grass just beyond where the other two were fumbling about.

Bronco in particular was... less than graceful about removing himself from the sand-mud-mess. Every move he made seemed to make it worse, and Toad couldn't help but start snorting in laughter, standing there, either unable or unwilling to help him out. If she'd thought he'd actually been in danger, she would of course have assisted, but there was a level of enjoyment in watching someone she respected fail so hard at such a simple task.

As he neared the bank, Toad finally stepped forward, careful to dig her back feet into the ground as she gently grabbed at a thick part of his scruff and pulled. It didn't help much and probably wasn't the most pleasant experience on the receiving end.

Panting mildly from this effort, she finally looked to Tabriëlle, who looked no worse for wear. I'm Toad Amelia, she said, offering a goofy smile, still internally laughing at Bronco. And this is Bronco. She gestured. Why, um, what brings you to the Glen? She tried to play the part of guardian once more, but she really was more of a Wal-Mart greeter type than pack defender.