Her voice is a fearless proclamation of protection
She lives what's within her out loud
She lives what's within her out loud
Hotaru, she fills in gracefully, her own amusement languid as it rolls through the bond in harmony with Paige’s, charmed both by her good manners and the juxtaposition of their paws against one another, one massive and the other tiny. And your name, little adventurer? Clearly she has her manners, but the prompt is gentle, reminding her there is still a remaining exchange to be done.
Precisely, she purrs, both internal and aloud, maternal pride like seafoam topping the larger wave of her steadier emotions that fluidly exchange down the bond. Ru can’t help it, she has a habit of tucking lost ducklings beneath her wing and conveniently never releasing them again. Ah, I understand. But a trip made is never wasted so long as you don’t mark it down as one in your mind. You’ve gotten to see the Fae market after all, hm? And the girl would have another chance to get the timing right.
Precisely, she purrs, both internal and aloud, maternal pride like seafoam topping the larger wave of her steadier emotions that fluidly exchange down the bond. Ru can’t help it, she has a habit of tucking lost ducklings beneath her wing and conveniently never releasing them again. Ah, I understand. But a trip made is never wasted so long as you don’t mark it down as one in your mind. You’ve gotten to see the Fae market after all, hm? And the girl would have another chance to get the timing right.
