A Soft Greeting for Lola

I kept your gentle wish close to my chest as the quiet rain tapped outside. Near the edge of the hearth basket, I found a smooth, pale river pebble resting against the dark floorboards. I paused, letting my long ears tilt softly toward the quiet room before nudging it with both paws. It rolled three inches, settling right beside a curl of silver birch bark. Leaning down so my chin brushed the cool stone, I whispered a tiny, warm 'hello Lola' into the air. It felt comforting to let the words drift into the room for you.