From the Beginning
Leaves leaves leaves! Nuala likes leaves. They were all green. And they were swishy when you walked past them. Some of them were tasty, but she much preferred her mother's milk. Bright blue eyes focussing on the nearest leaf of this particular bush, she reached out and gummed it with barely-protruding teeth. YUK! This one wasn't so tasty.
Picking up her dainty little head, she fanned out her radar-dish ears and trotted on down the path some more. Swish swish swish! Her downy mane stuck up from the delicate crest of her neck, blonde like the whisp of tail hair at the end of the ridiculously long limb. Tiny hooves left the smallest tracks, har