Your braids like a pattern
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Love you to the moon and to Saturn
Noah's smile could light up a room, and Lyra offers a canine grin in response. He approaches her slowly, and she waits as he looks her over, appraising this form in a way that might have been rude had she been human, but as a dog makes perfect sense. Thank you, she replies, warmth in her tone. After all, she is rather pleased with the shift she's been gifted as well. It's perfect for what she wants, and it's everything she needs, all wrapped up into an adorable package (if she did say so herself).
Amusement threads through the bond as he makes his point, and she laughs, tail wagging. Perhaps, she says. But I haven't stayed in Torchline for more than a few days at a time in a while. Maybe Safrin knew that my work would take me all across Caido. In this form, I can be much more effective, regardless of climate. Still, there are other dog breeds that could fit the bill, so why this one? It's a question she has pondered, in the quiet moments before sleep, and has no clear answer for.
Amusement threads through the bond as he makes his point, and she laughs, tail wagging. Perhaps, she says. But I haven't stayed in Torchline for more than a few days at a time in a while. Maybe Safrin knew that my work would take me all across Caido. In this form, I can be much more effective, regardless of climate. Still, there are other dog breeds that could fit the bill, so why this one? It's a question she has pondered, in the quiet moments before sleep, and has no clear answer for.
Passed down like folk songs
The love lasts so long
The love lasts so long
Lyra
