”Allergic to grass?” Skyfire furrows her crimson brows in response. What did that mean? Bright blue eyes blink a few times as she tries to answer correctly. “I don’t think so,” she sighs still half in and half out of whatever bush she tried to barge through. Carefully, with some aid, she wiggles herself out of the briars and bracken without too many scratches. Thanks to dense mountain fluff. “I’m just not used to being around so much grass,” she grins warmly at her friend. “You know where you first met me?” She elaborates in whispers as she’s starting to get a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that perhaps she shouldn’t have followed Nissa here, “I was born further north.”
Nissa marches the pair of them right to a nearby stream, and Skyfire takes no offence at the directions to jump in and hose herself down. The phoenix girl wades into the cooling waters until it’s up to her elbows. She does her best not to disturb the large stone on the creek bed as she slowly lowers her muzzle and plunges her white face into the icy water all the way up to her eyes. She closes her eyes tightly and stays submerged, holding her breath for at least half a minute before Nissa asks what she is doing here.
She removes her head from the water and turns to look at her grey friend on the shore, “I came to see you of course?” Skyfire whispers over the water droplets dripping from her whiskers and blinks dumbly. Her heart starts to sink in her chest. “Did you not want me to come and see you?” She tilts her head innocently. Had she miscalculated? Could she call Nissa a friend or simply a friendly rival? Oh, Nissa, I want to tell you more about me, and I want to know more about you to. Please don’t push me out and slam the door on my butt on the way out.