02-15-2019, 11:39 AM
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Indeed, a rather interesting predicament for the pair. Fortunately, the tiny fae could actually read thanks to her studious uncle, Raziel, who taught her to do so with her paws. The petite striker flicked an ear absently as she padded forward, albeit a little slow and hesitantly before locating none other than the braille message. Her brow furrowed sharply in concentration as her paws glossed over the little ridges. "'The first item lies behind a counter surrounded by life and color. Some may call it the goat.'" The smallest frown pulled her maw down. "Goat is all capitalized." Her head inclined lightly towards her partner, pale hues bright with curiosity and thought. Unfortunately color had to be dismissed. Counter... Goat... Her uncle's books came to mind. Zodiac. "Masie I have a thought, follow me."
Out of her earshot of the others, she'd just beam, "capricorn's a goat."