THE SHOVEL BLADE ☆ invitation

[align=center]— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

Lightly, Aine's ears flicked back.  A look of brief panic almost, for she hadn't thought too far ahead in her questioning.  What did she want?  Well.  Aside from the scary tigress gone or some fun games.  She shifted her paws.  "Um..."

"A um... A plushie?" She used to have a few.  In the old house, before it all burned down.  Her father had not suggested they go back for anything and she... Felt too uneasy to ask.  The thought of their old home always made her frown.  Besides, it was rather far, wasn't it?  "Mhmm a plushie."

That decided, she shuffled closer to her father as the scary tigress appeared to speak herself.  An official answer.  Whatever that meant.  They were gonna go anyway, weren't they?  Why did it matter for someone else to make a decision?  Poli… Poli… Must be... Politics.  That sounded right.

She still kept closer to her father, watching Redvox.  "I'll... Make you a present too, Mr. Vinny."  To be fair to him.  Besides, friends got presents for each other.

— I'll come back when you call me —