To the divine, mischievous spark in you
She watches with studious curiosity as Sah processes her claim, brightening at the hum of agreement which eventually leaves his lips. "That's marvelous." Poppy cannot say the same, being rather markedly friendless, but if she's saddened by that fact she doesn't let it show. Her fingers are still burrowed in Lilly's warm fur, and she continues to scratch idly at the canine, perfectly comfortable lapsing into silence. Her ochre gaze has resumed its perusal of the misty fields, curiously seeking any disturbance--
--There.
"Oh, look!" Suddenly alive with excitement, Poppy leans toward Sah, her fingers extended out to point at a far-off figure in the mist. At first it seems like little more than the result of an errant breeze, but as they watch the pair will see it steadily taking form. A recognizable body stretches outward, crowned by spiky horns; wings that stretch out from its shoulders take the place of arms. The long tail cuts upon the grass, upsetting more moisture from the air. It's a wyvern, or the facsimilie of it, but also not, its movements fluid and unnatural.
"A daemon," Persephone exhales breathlessly, openly enthusiastic and wildly unafraid.
--There.
"Oh, look!" Suddenly alive with excitement, Poppy leans toward Sah, her fingers extended out to point at a far-off figure in the mist. At first it seems like little more than the result of an errant breeze, but as they watch the pair will see it steadily taking form. A recognizable body stretches outward, crowned by spiky horns; wings that stretch out from its shoulders take the place of arms. The long tail cuts upon the grass, upsetting more moisture from the air. It's a wyvern, or the facsimilie of it, but also not, its movements fluid and unnatural.
"A daemon," Persephone exhales breathlessly, openly enthusiastic and wildly unafraid.
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