Firkeeper trotted brightly to the crafter's circle through the trees, humming an improvised tune around the pair of yellow tulips in her teeth. She'd spent at least an hour finding the perfect type of flower, one that was humble but beautiful. Eventually she'd settled on the cheery simplicity of the tulips. After that, she'd spent a similar amount of time grooming her fur to a perfect sheen and cleaning her necklace. By then it was nearly Fade and she picked up her chosen flowers and hurried over to meet Francis. She was in a good mood, nervous, but too giddy to freeze up over it. As she entered the circle, she glanced around and then galloped the last stretch to his shop.
"Hello?" she purred, poking her head inside. "Anybody here?"
Francis had been in his den all day, as usual. But today the crafter had been in an exceptionally good mood, the conversation with Firkeeper from the pre