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[ Aight, [member=12555]T. ROUX[/member] it's dazzling
[member=4836]gael[/member] ; ghost
[member=1391]DANTE NORTHWEST.[/member] ; dusty ]
The petite deer-fox blinked, smiling softly as Trygve answered the call. Would it be fair to simply demand he rest? ... Maybe. But... Well. She knew she'd appreciate being given something to do.
"Ry," ( [member=12555]T. ROUX[/member] ) her eyes flickered briefly in concern, thinking. "Show um- show off your whittling. Maybe you can show everyone a lil 'bout how you do it?" That shouldn't be too rough on him.
The Fleshweaver shuffled her hooves, teeth catching the inside of her cheek. Jor certainly had a rougher exterior, eyes darting towards her father briefly at a familiarly defense, albeit abrupt shift in the air. Determined, Aine straightened her back again. "Jor-Jormungand; hold ah-hold a self-defense class." ( [member=16091]Windowmemer[/member] )
As her father offered his gratitude, her chest lifted. Pleased at the thought she was making him proud. But he wanted a task too? Stars. Her feathers ruffled at her sides. "Merci da... How about- how about you give a crash course on chess?" ( [member=4836]gael[/member] ) Personally, the little druid could use a refresher... She had a hard time remembering all the rules.
Dante. A little blunt sometimes, but she appreciated his watchful eye. "Dante, how about- how about you host a game of your choice? Something that you like to play." ( [member=1391]DANTE NORTHWEST.[/member] )
[/td][/tr][/table][member=4836]gael[/member] ; ghost
[member=1391]DANTE NORTHWEST.[/member] ; dusty ]
The petite deer-fox blinked, smiling softly as Trygve answered the call. Would it be fair to simply demand he rest? ... Maybe. But... Well. She knew she'd appreciate being given something to do.
"Ry," ( [member=12555]T. ROUX[/member] ) her eyes flickered briefly in concern, thinking. "Show um- show off your whittling. Maybe you can show everyone a lil 'bout how you do it?" That shouldn't be too rough on him.
The Fleshweaver shuffled her hooves, teeth catching the inside of her cheek. Jor certainly had a rougher exterior, eyes darting towards her father briefly at a familiarly defense, albeit abrupt shift in the air. Determined, Aine straightened her back again. "Jor-Jormungand; hold ah-hold a self-defense class." ( [member=16091]Windowmemer[/member] )
As her father offered his gratitude, her chest lifted. Pleased at the thought she was making him proud. But he wanted a task too? Stars. Her feathers ruffled at her sides. "Merci da... How about- how about you give a crash course on chess?" ( [member=4836]gael[/member] ) Personally, the little druid could use a refresher... She had a hard time remembering all the rules.
Dante. A little blunt sometimes, but she appreciated his watchful eye. "Dante, how about- how about you host a game of your choice? Something that you like to play." ( [member=1391]DANTE NORTHWEST.[/member] )
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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