Paws padding on the grass did not make for much noise aside from the occasional leaf crunch. Trotting along let Fuzzyrush feel the ground by way of grass and dirt. Beety the ULTIMATE was perched in the fur on her head, the familiar’s sprout poking up from between white locks. As she walked, the small sprout bounced from side to side.
“I know the last time we were out here, we did not exactly find the most perfect something, but that pollen is probably very useful in its own right!” Fuzzy looked over at the bushes she passed. “I bet there is a perfect something here in the Twilight Rim, and I’m going to find it!”
Beety’s sprout spun in response.
“It probably isn’t very fun to be such a tiny pessimist, Beety.”
The sprout moved around in her fur until it looked like it was sticking straight from her forehead and spun again. Fuzzyrush let out a laugh while looki