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The petite deer-fox knew her father was up to something. Bells. Crates. Not exactly the normal thing to see hauled to the Red Temple. Her hazel hues flickered in confusion. She'd been on her way to the White Temple, to check on her stock there.
Curiosity won over chores, as it was prone to. Ears perked the Fleshweaver trotted over to Trygve's side. A lesson in stealth? Oh. Aine glanced at her hooves, uncertain.
At least her father was adamant not to send her any patients from this lesson.
The little fae stared the course down warily. While she had grown comfortable in her current shape, she missed her paws. Legs that didn't wobble. Especially as she was still regaining strength in her right hind leg. Even if she kept her wings close to her sides, Aine wasn't so sure... She'd probably trip on something... But that was the point, wasn't it?
"I'd- I'd um. Appreciate no one break- breaking anythin', too." The druid ventured to point out softly, glancing at Jor and Dante. After her own leg broke in the tremors, she'd rather not wish that on anyone. A rough time.
With a hopeful smile towards Trygve, she stared the obstacle course down once more. "Wanna try together?" Between the two of them... They could probably get to the other side. Probably. Maybe.
[/td][/tr][/table]Curiosity won over chores, as it was prone to. Ears perked the Fleshweaver trotted over to Trygve's side. A lesson in stealth? Oh. Aine glanced at her hooves, uncertain.
At least her father was adamant not to send her any patients from this lesson.
The little fae stared the course down warily. While she had grown comfortable in her current shape, she missed her paws. Legs that didn't wobble. Especially as she was still regaining strength in her right hind leg. Even if she kept her wings close to her sides, Aine wasn't so sure... She'd probably trip on something... But that was the point, wasn't it?
"I'd- I'd um. Appreciate no one break- breaking anythin', too." The druid ventured to point out softly, glancing at Jor and Dante. After her own leg broke in the tremors, she'd rather not wish that on anyone. A rough time.
With a hopeful smile towards Trygve, she stared the obstacle course down once more. "Wanna try together?" Between the two of them... They could probably get to the other side. Probably. Maybe.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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