Tipsy’s mothlike antenna quivered as she drifted closer, her long, ink-dipped limbs cutting an unhurried path through clover and wildflowers. The meadow’s gold light splintered against her piebald coat, catching in the neon threads of her mane like little shards of mischief as she sauntered towards the antlered dame. She moved as though she had all the time in the world and not a care if it slipped away.
“Hello there” she chimed, voice a ripple of laughter barely tamed. A pause, as though she were listening to something no one else could hear. Her lips curved, playful and secretive. “It’s a lovely day, don’t you think? The meadow almost feels like it’s humming… like it might burst into song if we only asked nicely.”
Her antenna flicked toward the sunlight above, greedy to snatch some piece of it down for herself. When her gaze returned, it held both brightness and chaos, as if she might delight in seeing the world tumble sideways just to watch where it landed.
“You’ve found the sweetest patch of clover.” she mused, bending to pluck a bloom with delicate care, chewing it slow as if tasting the air itself. “I’m Tipsy,” she added, light and offhand, as though the name might slip away the second it was spoken—yet her eyes held the stranger with an unmistakable invitation, warm and glimmering.
Jumping in eek- feel like I'm starting to figure out Tipsy's vibe hehe)
“Hello there” she chimed, voice a ripple of laughter barely tamed. A pause, as though she were listening to something no one else could hear. Her lips curved, playful and secretive. “It’s a lovely day, don’t you think? The meadow almost feels like it’s humming… like it might burst into song if we only asked nicely.”
Her antenna flicked toward the sunlight above, greedy to snatch some piece of it down for herself. When her gaze returned, it held both brightness and chaos, as if she might delight in seeing the world tumble sideways just to watch where it landed.
“You’ve found the sweetest patch of clover.” she mused, bending to pluck a bloom with delicate care, chewing it slow as if tasting the air itself. “I’m Tipsy,” she added, light and offhand, as though the name might slip away the second it was spoken—yet her eyes held the stranger with an unmistakable invitation, warm and glimmering.
Jumping in eek- feel like I'm starting to figure out Tipsy's vibe hehe)