LITTLE BIT OF SHMUTZ ☆ holiday dance

[aine.]

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

A flurry of bounding paws and a grin, the little fox trotted after her father.  In her jaws a small basket, featuring a small red bow on the handle; nearly her downfall from a few overexcited steps.  Curious, but still shy, she buzzed with an uncertain but happy energy.

Luckily, the first face belonged to someone familiar.  Gleefully, she held up her basket a little higher, to show off the fact she brought her own gift for the gat.  "Salut, Mr. Vinny!" Although friendly and energetic, her words were somewhat muffled by the handle, as expected.  "Ish 'ere a tree-" Her hazel hues locked on target, words overlapping into a halt.

With a sheepish grin at both her father and Redvox, she bounded inside.  Gifts belonged beneath trees, after all.  Gently, the little fae sat it down, critically analyzing the spot she choose to rest it as though the world depended on it's placement.  She'd worked hard on the little basket, wielding a small bundle of fresh herbs, some jungle flowers and a colorful friendship bracelet for Redvox.  Aine had asked her father to help her leave a note stating that the bracelet at least, was just for Mr. Vinny.  Herbs were for those who needed it.

That done, Aine wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself, rocking on her paws lightly as she simply looked all around her.

— I'll come back when you call me —