The dark woman was dressed in a coat of stars, pretty to look at. Perhaps that had been what captivated Bee’s eye that day, enough that she barely heard what she was saying. It is only when she draws closer that she catches on to the fact she’s being spoken to, and hastily, she whips her head about to take in her surroundings.

I..can safely say that I have never been here before. For one thing, the meadows back home didn’t have these kinds of flowers. Bee ran the tip of a claw over one, watching as it bent beneath the weight before springing right back up again. It was beautiful here, in what just had to be a dream. Because for one thing, it seemed she was some kind of animal, and she knew for a fact that was not something she could do before. She had tried.

I was..well. I was on the run. Bee said with a prim arch to her tone and her brow, as if daring the woman to comment on her statement. She let it hang in the air for a second, before it all blasted out in a whuff of air.

My father had sold my hand in marriage to some lordling with more money than sense, as if I didn’t chase him off a pheasant hunt more than once, so I took my horse and I ran. Oh dear, poor Willow must have been so afraid. Not to mention her mother and her sisters…maybe even her father. He hadn’t seemed to regret his actions when she’d first confronted him.

And now I am here, and I am a..wolf? A rather mangy dog? Either way, I prefer it to marriage to that fop of a man. Even just thinking about it made her nose crinkle.