Northstar Vale lightning

Honeyed gaze swept the area, appreciating the choice of the girl, and yet feeling a tug of worry at the thought she wander to the springs unattended. Always the worrier—the Telos looked to every potential spot the pup could slosh into the water and be pulled under.

As unlikely as it was to happen.

She put the pebbles down, nosing them toward Zosime. “This is a very fitting place for the princess pebbles. Like a magical kingdom. Maybe over here, by this tree?” A little further from the murkier aspects of the springs, Meadow would nose them toward the cozy moss of one of the weeping trees. “What will you name them?”