10-07-2018, 12:40 AM
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Of course, flowers weren't particularly... common, in this climate, so the sight of colorful crowns sitting on the ground immediately drew Myah's attention. She had been leaving the village when she saw the dragonet, the color of sunset, working on something with the flowers. The Selkirk rex tilted her head to the side, narrowing her chocolate colored eyes, trying to get a closer look.
She knew that she could sometimes be imposing - she had a habit of just going up to individuals or groups of individuals, and finding out for herself what they were doing. She could read lips, but it was still difficult, she had just learned how.
The feline approached, and with a sigh of relief, realized that this situation wouldn't require much of an explanation. He was making flower crowns. The question still remained, however; where did he get all of these beautiful flowers? Myah hadn't seen many colorful blooms amongst the white snow that coated the Snowbound territory.
She was a bit intimidated, mind you. He was after all, a dragon. She didn't want to impose, just in case he had a temper. She hadn't met him yet, and for all she knew, he was a grump. A grump who just happened to make... flower crowns.
Myah approached and furrowed her brow, an inquisitive look about her soft features, one that begged an explanation of some sorts.
Of course, flowers weren't particularly... common, in this climate, so the sight of colorful crowns sitting on the ground immediately drew Myah's attention. She had been leaving the village when she saw the dragonet, the color of sunset, working on something with the flowers. The Selkirk rex tilted her head to the side, narrowing her chocolate colored eyes, trying to get a closer look.
She knew that she could sometimes be imposing - she had a habit of just going up to individuals or groups of individuals, and finding out for herself what they were doing. She could read lips, but it was still difficult, she had just learned how.
The feline approached, and with a sigh of relief, realized that this situation wouldn't require much of an explanation. He was making flower crowns. The question still remained, however; where did he get all of these beautiful flowers? Myah hadn't seen many colorful blooms amongst the white snow that coated the Snowbound territory.
She was a bit intimidated, mind you. He was after all, a dragon. She didn't want to impose, just in case he had a temper. She hadn't met him yet, and for all she knew, he was a grump. A grump who just happened to make... flower crowns.
Myah approached and furrowed her brow, an inquisitive look about her soft features, one that begged an explanation of some sorts.
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