Blacktail Deer Plateau Your skin makes me cry

Sullen as she was about the bath, Lilitu was a little slow to follow. She stomped along after her mother, only picking up the pace when she caught sight of a familiar face in the distance. Wraen! she exclaimed, breaking into a lope. Being late, she only caught the tail end of the conversation—but what she caught was quite juicy:

"—like to join us there for winter? I remember you mentioned looking for a new home - or I may have imagined hearing that - but if you are we would be happy, if you considered this. . ."

Oh yes, yes, yes, can we, Mama, please? Lilitu burst out, wagging her tail enthusiastically. She nodded at the other woman. Wraen is really cool and she has lots of stories—and there's nothing to do here, and I miss having more friends—I mean Arielle is okay, but—can we? Please please please?

It was an entirely inappropriate torrent of words, given her subordinate place among the adults. But Lilitu didn't care. She'd take the consequences later. For now, the prospect of something other than the plateau—the prospect of new faces to meet—outweighed anything and everything else.