A single eyelid opened as a voice rang into her auds. Hello there! Who are you? A cold wet nose nudged at her for a few brief moments before disappearing. Rolling over, Apollonia yawned and then stretched, bowing backward to extend her spinal cord. Finally, she opened both of her orbs and saw before her another femme, a tricolored lupine that was scarred from her face and down her leg. Apollonia’s emeralds lingered upon them for but a moment before returning to gaze upon the other fae’s eyes, surprised to see that their hue matched her own. The scars did naught to affect her – her own father was covered with scars. They told of a past that was private and it was none of her business.

Smiling, she rose to her four paws and her full height, and opened her maw to respond. “I’m..” She paused as the fae sneezed because of the fog of pollen that surrounded them. “I’m Apollonia. Who are you?” Examining the fae, she noted that they were approximately the same age. Tilting her head, she continued to talk, her mouth running away with her as it so often did. “And what are you doing here in Blossom Forest? Do you have family? Or a pack? I have both… sort of. I’m part of the Cold Summers pack and I had a family but I don’t know what happened to them but Mister Lycaon adopted me but we are sort of fighting. And then I might have a mate soon. He is so handsome! His name is Harries but I know Daddy won’t approve so we are going to run away together. How about you?” Inhaling deeply, she tried to regulate her breathing.

Feeling a surge of energy, Apollonia took off, running around the other femme, watching the pollen flow up into the air, the breeze swirling it around in a whirl. When she finally stopped exercising, she rolled through the flowers, laughing once again and turned onto her back, rubbing down the plants into a soft bed.