[open] who caught and sang the sun in flight

[Herrin]

------H E R R I N in short:-------------------------------------------------- all good things are wild and free He is vaguely aware of how kingdoms work, and that the leadership of the red forest owes allegiance to the monarch of the South. Larrikin’s parents had been the leaders once, and then the wild-eyed mare, and now? Now someone new rules the woods, he decides. This girl cannot possibly be the progeny of the pastel magician, so someone new must have claimed the title and responsibilities. And given the title of Princess to the glowing girl, who now illuminates the sungold leaves around her like some sort of wood nymph, having stepped aside to allow him access to the creek. Herrin takes it, pointedly turning his back to the girl as if she is no threat at all. His flicking ears belie this confidence though, and he is quick to quench his thirst. When he turns back, water still drips from his dark muzzle, and his black eyes hard and unreadable. The sharp angles of his  face are accentuated by the uncertain frown that settles between the feline markings across his brow, and his dark eyes meet hers with serious intensity. “Herrin.” He replies, a single word before he decides to ask why she is here, attempting to determine how long she might deter him from his morning routines. “What are you doing here? No one usually comes to this part of the woods.” @Lillibet