Blackfeather Woods you were not born of stardust, darling, stardust was born from you

Once again, the shadow of her mother covers her and she's smothered by the presence. A soft chuckle occurs but soon she weasels back out in front of her again, rubbing her side catlike against one of the tall limbs around her. She doesn't have anywhere in particular to go, only enjoying the ground beneath her feet as she puts one foot in front of the other. Being able to get out of the den more and more, feeling like she can get a little further each time before her energy is drained, has certainly played a new tune. 

She doesn't get terribly far before the bounce falls flat and her head droops, but it's not an entire loss. A new patch of grass she doesn't recognize, which only means she's gotten a little further this time. A lopsided smile forms on her features and her tongue slides out of her mouth, panting as her burst of energy proves to be short lived. Her strength has increased in the last few days but the balance between her new growth and energy haven't quite evened out. 

The young girl peers up at Nemesis expectantly, as if she hadn't spoken at all, as she lowers herself to the ground and dramatically roll over onto her back.