Now hold onto me pretty baby
Rigid and as tall as she could make herself, the woman with her scrunched nose couldn't take her eyes off the tiny snow creature. Even as the attuned spoke, Aviya didn't turn her crystal eyes away. There was something interesting in the thing, only increased by the fact that the woman on the bench had to keep it leashed.
Aviya clicked her tongue against her teeth, and rotated her parasol slightly. "Why do you have it?" Aviya asked, the disgust leaving her face as it softened slightly with curiosity. The woman tilted her head, ink-dark hair falling over her shoulder in a sleek cascade as her shockingly blue eyes scrutinized the companion.
If you want to fly
