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06-12-2014, 11:40 PM
C e r a</style> & Ilaria Tired little laughs, gold-lie promises, we'll always win at this Within moments of leaving the boundaries of the darkened woods that still haunted his rare nightmares, the tension had seeped out of his frame. With the precious youth beneath his wings, he didn't want to linger in that cursed land any longer than he had to. Instead, he ushered the little lady along, not wanting to tire her out on the journey but wanting her in the safety of the borders as soon as possible. It was odd, to walk beside someone so much smaller, with legs far shorter and a life still so untouched by experience. There was a deep set desire to protect her from the horrors that had stained themselves in physical badges across his skin. The first step was her joining the Throat, where his Lord would keep her safe with his patronage and gifts to those who carried his name among the family. Such serious thoughts seemed not to plague the youngling at his side, excitedly diving towards a glittering gem she had stumbled over. Laughing softly at her enthusiasm, he nodded. "Of course, Ama. Hold still." Smiling and fondly rolling his eyes he plucked the gem and held it in place as Ilaria ran up to perch between his ears, taking the chain in furred paws and twining it into the girls' locks. When the red panda was finished she crawled back to his shoulders, and Cera let the gem fall to sit within her mane, attracting attention with the glinting of the sun off the edges. Returning his wing to shade her, they continued on. Her fears were not unfounded, it was a natural reaction, but Cera did not desire her to feel anxious and so sought to set them to rest. "Of course they will let you stay, Ama. My Sultanas are very kind and wise, they will see that you are sincere." His smile was soft, nodding to her words. Yes. Together always. They are not alone for long, though Cera hadn't expected to be as they crossed the borders. The one who comes to meet them is familiar, Dalibor he recalls, and he smiles pleasantly at the fellow as he approaches. Aware of his concern in his deep voice, Cera lifted his wing to reveal that Amani was in fact in perfect health. "All is well, Dalibor. She merely wishes to join our family. Amani, this is Dalibor, one of our Spears. Dalibor, this is Amani." Introductions complete he stepped aside, giving Amani enough room to breathe and make her own decision with how to respond to Dalibor's concern. |
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