Luneshale Pass fifty-first

There was so many people here!

Blossom pressed her shoulder to her mother’s side, twitching away from every one of the strangers who came close, but peering at them after they left. Like an odd prairie dog, her place once they stopped for a moment was clustered underneath her mother like a fawn, chewing idly on a tough piece of meat.

I don’like lizards. She quipped to her mother over the dull roar of conversation. Conversely, she went back to chewing on said lizard, so maybe she didn’t know what she was talking about.

Another stranger, speaking to Reverie, and Blossom tucked her nose shyly beneath her paw at being acknowledged. Notably, though, she did not release her lizard.