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The sudden clatter of a door opening catches the vixen's ears. The book she'd been hovering in front of her dropping to her porch with a sharp thud. Her mix-matched hues flashed towards the sound, narrowing quickly on the sight of a particularly stubborn lion stepping through the the open door.
The former medic sighed, feeling one of her ears disappear as she grabbed her satchel, double-checking to make sure her journal and quill were inside. Hesitantly, she trotted up to the house, uncertain of who lived inside. She couldn't remember...
Her throat closed at the thought of calling out though. No. The scrawny arctic fox popped her head in, giving Aurum a sharp look though the Luminary voiced her own thoughts loud and clear.
She understood... Kiira too, was of a stubborn nature. Easily frustrated by confinements, but she didn't want Aurum pushing himself too much so soon after his return. He needed to give his body time to recover.
The smell of tea does enough to pull her eyes away. Curious. Uncertain. Sophiea is new face and she lingers closer to those she knows, pulling her journal out. Better than silence... Probably.
The former medic brings her quill and journal into a careful hover, brows creased in concentration as she begins to write. Hello. My name Kiira. I like your bookshelves.
[/td][/tr][/table]The former medic sighed, feeling one of her ears disappear as she grabbed her satchel, double-checking to make sure her journal and quill were inside. Hesitantly, she trotted up to the house, uncertain of who lived inside. She couldn't remember...
Her throat closed at the thought of calling out though. No. The scrawny arctic fox popped her head in, giving Aurum a sharp look though the Luminary voiced her own thoughts loud and clear.
She understood... Kiira too, was of a stubborn nature. Easily frustrated by confinements, but she didn't want Aurum pushing himself too much so soon after his return. He needed to give his body time to recover.
The smell of tea does enough to pull her eyes away. Curious. Uncertain. Sophiea is new face and she lingers closer to those she knows, pulling her journal out. Better than silence... Probably.
The former medic brings her quill and journal into a careful hover, brows creased in concentration as she begins to write. Hello. My name Kiira. I like your bookshelves.
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