Her new position as part of the outer group of the council had forced her to remain in one place. With war coming, there is no doubt that there will be an abundance of fauns wanting to be matched up with the best possible mate. They want love and they want itty-bitty baby fauns to mother. Caleigh had the purple bag, given to her by the previous female, mother of Rais, tied to her wrist. It had never left her sight, and never will be left in her dwelling by itself.
What a beautiful outfit, she thought, but it had restricted her running through dirt and getting into mud. It would be a pain to clean, no doubt, so no more of that!
Giving a sigh, the faun look around her new dwelling in the Tree. Granted, it was a bit bigger than some dwellings would be since she would have to entertain potential clients that would come to her for help in the area of love. Not to mention that she would need a big dwelling because of Rais and Belvah's potential offsprings will be coming here to be taught by her.
Oh how lonely she is, now with Belvah with Rais almost all the time. Just once, she wish someone could come to visit, the young female faun sighed as she grabbed an apple from her wooden basket. The blond gave it a blow and rubbed it on her outfit before taking a huge bite out of it. "Mm," she then mumbled to herself, looking out her gaping hole for a window at the faraway forests, at the lush green grass.
