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oh, luck was with her! she glanced back at him as he spoke, fumbling over her paws a moment but quickly regaining her steps. "really?" she murmured, a little jolt of excitement going through her. would evergreen be very angry with her, should she return? he was certainly intimidating, at least physically, but he'd never been anything but kind the whole time she'd known him.

"that sounds right!" she offered when he gave the name—certainly, it was familiar. at his next question she thought a moment before nodding swiftly,  knowing the ocean was somewhere near, certainly, but not exactly where. she's silent a moment, considering, before asking trepidantly, "do you think you could show me the way, finn? or even just point me in the right direction; i'd be super grateful!" she does not think he'll refuse, for he seems kind in the same way that evergreen of speedy was, but she doesn't want to distract him from his mission, or get him in trouble, somehow.