Secrets walks off, her manner stiff and agitated, her mind in a roil. How dare that buck! Her brother always seemed to find a way to irritate the otherwise centered doe. His ideas about spirits and talking to the dead was, in her opinion, a bunch of rubbish. The only people you could talk to were those standing in front of you-- and he even claimed to be able to see them sometimes. Yeah, right. She wondered what herbs he'd been chewing on when that had happened.
She huffs, and plops herself down on her favorite sunning rock, attempting to put the matter behind her. She loved Shaker, really, she did, but sometimes....
Shaking her head at the memory, Secrets tries to put the matter behind her, and looks at Liar with a faint smile. The moth was silent, but a comforting presence, none the less. "Sometimes... I think the world has gone mad. Especially where my brother is concerned... Maybe I'm the only sane one, here." She says cryptically, with a wry glance at the surrounding trees, and the stream a little further on.
Lure runs up to the doe, giving her a quick nuzzle before darting off again.
