What dreams are made of
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Firefly had known that her mother was up to something for a while. Some wistful dreamer scheming up plans and making a whole new world in her mind, what the creamy bronze lady didn't know was that her mother had actually made the place a dream come true. Her paws had brought her this far looking for her mother, but the scent of what was obviously a pack now filled her nose instead of the scents of loners and the one she was looking for. She knew she should stay at the borders and wait like a good little girl but she wanted to know more, so she'd decided to seek out the silver and gold lady with the dreamer's eyes.

She'd come through the forest and had ignored the markers, but when she'd reached the woods edge and the world opened up to fields and fences she didn't really know what to do. She had known her mother had been interested in the herding ways of Eire, but she was surprised to see that she'd put the things she'd gleamed from Firefly into effect. Shaking her head she only sighed and squeezed under a fence to get a better look at the small herd of cattle her mother had managed to gather. She knew now she'd seriously underestimated the lady atleast.


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