The soft fluttering of a butterfly touched her ears, and bright blue eyes swung to find it. The motion almost caused a collision as it flew past her head, just barely avoiding the inky tip of her nose. A giggle poured out from child's throat as she stood to follow it. Where did butterflies live?
Further and further she descended, so intent on chasing the creature that she didn't realize just how far she'd gone. Chenoa didn't scale the heights very often. Maybe she was simply content with the mountain kingdom, or maybe her tepid nature had kept her there, locked away like some princess in a tower she'd built herself. Either way, when the butterfly finally came to rest upon an enormous tree, she was very much out of her element.
Hesitantly, the lake bird looked around, suddenly noticing just how dark it had gotten. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Okay. It was fine. She'd find a place to sleep, and then she would head back in the morning. In her search to find a nice overhang, or tree-nook, the sound of water touched her ears. Thinking that a drink might be alright, the girl came to a pond. It had likely formed as an overflow to the river. What really caught her attention, were the ripe, red apples bobbing against the gentle current. Inching closer, Chenoa thought she might fish one out.