I can't relate to d e s p e r a t i o n
Charlie preens at the praise, tilting her chin up with a pleased little hmm! that all but sparkles in the air. His next idea makes her light up even more. "Ooooooohhh," she gasps, eyebrows bouncing in gleeful approval. "A bag that glows when you open it? I love that. Imagine—instant drama and convenience!"
At the mention of the orange bag, her whole face brightens again, ever the hype man. "Oh, I remember that one!" she exclaims, her curls bouncing as she nods. "We could always get someone to add pockets in after. Then it’s custom—one of a kind, just like her." She grins up at him, clearly picturing it, as though the whole thing were already sparkling gold and perfect in her mind.
When he says his last quest went well, Charlie claps her hands together with a delighted laugh. "That's awesome! And I'm always happy to help, you don't have to get me anything." Her tail swishes behind her, betraying the pleasure she takes in being remembered at all. "But I do like hanging out with you, so maybe we could go for another fly sometime—so long as your girlfriend doesn’t mind," she adds with an exaggeratedly innocent blink.
His mention of Frey earns a wrinkled nose and a fond, affectionate little scoff. "You should ask Dygra for something sometime instead of just Frey," she teases. The name rolls off her tongue like silk and fire. "She loves a bit of chaos, and you’d fit right in. I bet she’d adore you."
When he muses about the bag, Charlie’s head tilts, her ruby horns catching the sun. "Would nautical be too obvious?" she wonders aloud, eyes narrowing in mock concentration. "We could do an anchor bag—gold trim, sapphires set in the metal. Or—oh!" she gasps, eyes going wide. "What about a sea monster bag?"
His question about the Blood Moon Festival makes her go incandescent with excitement. Before he can blink, she’s slipped against his side again, practically glowing with joy. "You have to come!" she insists, fluttering her lashes up at him. "It’s not during LongNight—it’ll be near the start of Flowerbirth. The whole thing’s going to be divine." Her grin widens. "Your girlfriend is totally invited, or you can come solo," she says with a sly poke to his hip. "You two can’t be joined at the hip all the time, can you? And absence makes the heart grow fonder, or whatever."
At the mention of the orange bag, her whole face brightens again, ever the hype man. "Oh, I remember that one!" she exclaims, her curls bouncing as she nods. "We could always get someone to add pockets in after. Then it’s custom—one of a kind, just like her." She grins up at him, clearly picturing it, as though the whole thing were already sparkling gold and perfect in her mind.
When he says his last quest went well, Charlie claps her hands together with a delighted laugh. "That's awesome! And I'm always happy to help, you don't have to get me anything." Her tail swishes behind her, betraying the pleasure she takes in being remembered at all. "But I do like hanging out with you, so maybe we could go for another fly sometime—so long as your girlfriend doesn’t mind," she adds with an exaggeratedly innocent blink.
His mention of Frey earns a wrinkled nose and a fond, affectionate little scoff. "You should ask Dygra for something sometime instead of just Frey," she teases. The name rolls off her tongue like silk and fire. "She loves a bit of chaos, and you’d fit right in. I bet she’d adore you."
When he muses about the bag, Charlie’s head tilts, her ruby horns catching the sun. "Would nautical be too obvious?" she wonders aloud, eyes narrowing in mock concentration. "We could do an anchor bag—gold trim, sapphires set in the metal. Or—oh!" she gasps, eyes going wide. "What about a sea monster bag?"
His question about the Blood Moon Festival makes her go incandescent with excitement. Before he can blink, she’s slipped against his side again, practically glowing with joy. "You have to come!" she insists, fluttering her lashes up at him. "It’s not during LongNight—it’ll be near the start of Flowerbirth. The whole thing’s going to be divine." Her grin widens. "Your girlfriend is totally invited, or you can come solo," she says with a sly poke to his hip. "You two can’t be joined at the hip all the time, can you? And absence makes the heart grow fonder, or whatever."
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
