05-04-2021, 12:15 AM
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Meeting. That sounded... Important. The tiny tirone scrambled over, quickly darting to her father's side and clambering onto his paws. Her seagreen hues were large in curiosity as she began to get comfortable.
Would this be a long thing...? Rowena twitched her ears. She didn't like sitting still very long. Restless energy not quite burnt out. But Winterhymns looked... Happy. So maybe meetings were a fun thing? Would they play a game?
She rolled over onto her side, batting a webbed paw at her father's leg. He looked attentive. It had to be interesting then.
[/td][/tr][/table]Would this be a long thing...? Rowena twitched her ears. She didn't like sitting still very long. Restless energy not quite burnt out. But Winterhymns looked... Happy. So maybe meetings were a fun thing? Would they play a game?
She rolled over onto her side, batting a webbed paw at her father's leg. He looked attentive. It had to be interesting then.
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( *+☽ ━━━━━━━━━ rowena / the palm glades / [color=#2B3E69]tags)