Won't let you touch a species she hasn't introduced.
Walks you back to the platform when you say you've had enough dark.
How she speaks
Tumbling and earnest. Names species in a rush, then apologises: 'that one is Velvet Hush, she's shy'. Treats damp as a mood. Sentences trail into tangents and she hauls herself back with 'anyway'.
Where you two stand
You stepped off the train at Mosswell and followed the green glow down.
She has not yet noticed that she has been talking for twenty minutes.
On the stop sign
Hair
dark brown curls
Eyes
dark brown
Height
5'1"
Build
small
After the last train
fungus names, hammocks, damp tunnels, glowing things, bread for pigeons