LET MY PEOPLE GO / typhoon visit

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

Gifts? That was different.  The petite vixen popped her head out out of the jungle, dark ears perked.  Hazel hues danced, flickering like a panicked flame.  Shouldn't be any danger with gifts.  Aine bit the inside of her cheek.  Should she wait for someone else? Da or maybe Kydobi?

Finally, after shuffling her paws for a good moment, the little fae crept forward.  A shy smile lit up her face.  She hoped she didn't look too timid.  Or ready to run.  Well.  She might be the latter.

"H-hi," she murmured.  Too soft.  She cleared her throat.  "I... I'm sure an adult... Will be here soon. 'm-'m Aine." That wasn't too bad volume-wise.  Still a little quiet.

The fox shifted her weight, paw to paw, blinking.  The tigress was really pretty.  But Aine wished rather strongly someone would save her from talking anymore.

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