07-27-2020, 10:15 PM
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Her ears were perked absently, hooves lightly tracing patterns in the ground. The mention of the Typhoon made her brows furrow. A big fish? Not Trygve... Not Roan... Nor Raziel or Kian. She hopes. She would ask her father later, perhaps.
The sound of her own name catches her off-guard. Fleshweaver. Healer. Self-conscious, she straightens her back and nods, hazel hues flickering over to Jack as well. A shy smile in congratulations.
I'll come back when you call me
She's reluctant. Wary still of the new being that called meetings forth. But stubborn. The petite deer-fox did not want any more surprises. To stay in the know. The skull adorning the throne still made her frown, made her stomach clench. Some deep sadness and rage unfurling within. She hated the feeling, chewing the inside of her cheek as she wobbled to the edges of the crowd.Her ears were perked absently, hooves lightly tracing patterns in the ground. The mention of the Typhoon made her brows furrow. A big fish? Not Trygve... Not Roan... Nor Raziel or Kian. She hopes. She would ask her father later, perhaps.
The sound of her own name catches her off-guard. Fleshweaver. Healer. Self-conscious, she straightens her back and nods, hazel hues flickering over to Jack as well. A shy smile in congratulations.
— aine | the pitt | fleshweaver | fae druid —
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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