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“Grass almost always is.” Carys answered lightly, still sizing up the woman before her. Anybody that wasn’t fae she still found incredibly intriguing. “Just ask this furball and her friends, they would know.” She added, motioning down to Cookie, who was sitting patiently and wagging her tail at the prospect of making a new friend. “I apologize if we startled you, it was certainly not our intention. Cookie here has never met a stranger and this is our usual route to achieve maximum squirrel sightings.” Carys let a beat pass before adding, “I did not name her, by the way. I feel compelled to clarify.”
Lyra looked down at the dog again, biting her lip. People she didn’t trust, but animals.... As she made eye contact with the dog, she noticed how its tag started wagging more, making the corners of her lips quirk up a little bit, relax. “Everyone startles me, so...not exactly your fault.” tentatively, Lyra looked up at the woman. She could sense magic around her, but...wasn’t sure just what kind. “What are you, anyway?”
