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Naerys Posts: 86

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen Rottie

#16

10-29-2015, 12:51 AM

WE HELD TOGETHER THE FRAGILE SKY TO KEEP OUR WAY OF LIFE

"I understand." she says sweetly in response to Laedere. And indeed she does, the green bird on her withers is proof of that very special bond. She'd wager, though, that Petyr is the younger of the two but whether that has any bearing on the intensity of the bond, the girl can't say. The dolphin moves towards her then, swimming through the air with the same gentle ease she'd expect to see underwater. It clicks gently at her before moving to rub against her side. The distraction has its desired effect on Naerys, no matter how briefly it lasts.

She hadn't been expecting him to approach her but he did. Petyr's pale eyes watch him, careful and observant, from his position on the girl's withers. With every step, the green bird hops up her neck to settle in on top of her head. It was a strange perch for Naerys. To say that she enjoyed the feel of his pointy claws pricking the skin between her ears would be a complete and utter lie. She wanted to tell him that what she had could be contagious and that perhaps he should stand back but before the words could fall from her lips, he was beside her with his wing draped over her back. Naerys had never been this closely embraced by any male other than her father and the kind yet simple gesture sent a flood of heat to her face. The heat radiating from his body, his side seems close enough to hers that she doesn't dare to try to move. If she did, she feared their sides might touch and the mere thought of that sent unfamiliar shivers down her spine. It wasn't bad, not entirely, but at only a year old she hadn't really been touched so familiarly by anyone outside of her family. All at once it set her on edge and, somehow, reassured and comforted her. His velvety nose touches her cheek softly, the gentle gesture erases some of her insecurities.

Yet she remains still, tense. For awhile he doesn't speak and without conscious thought she averts her gaze to the flowers that persistently grow around her hooves causing Petyr to hop back to her neck because the alternative - falling off her head - is unacceptable. The girl is too caught up in her flowers and too sick from the pain to notice. She doesn't really control the flowers but their appearance and growth is entirely dependent upon her touch. Once that's gone, they die; slowly absorbing back into the earth. The phenomenon is both beautiful and depressing but most importantly, it is hers. Rift's voice snaps her attention back to the group, though she is slow to lift her head once more. Her ears swivel, listening carefully to their words though nothing really registers until her name falls from Rift's lips. The girl lifts her head then, slowly and deliberately until her teal eyes find his russet face. He wants to escort her home, to keep her safe. "Oh." the single word is hardly more than a breathy whisper. She hadn't been expecting his answer. Hadn't been expecting it at all. "I... um... thank you, Rift." she finally manages, both wanting to relax in his embrace and wanting to flee. Her emotions are jumbled, mostly due to the illness but also because of the way Rift draped his wing over her. He was like the big brother she'd never really had and secretly, she delighted in that fact. The girl listens carefully to Brisa's suggestion, flashing her a friendly smile. "Thank you, Brisa. I'm sure mother would love to see you again soon." and with that she returns her attention to the rest. Her private escort, it seems, has jumped from one to three and though it made her a bit uncomfortable, she knew there was no talking them down. Still nestled beneath Rift's wing (though now more compelled to cuddle into him), she sighs. "I suppose we should all get going, then." though she doesn't really want to know what that would entail; doesn't want to leave the safety of his wing. So instead of taking the lead, she simply waits.

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So sorry for the wait on this and the lack of proofreading (it's late and I'm falling asleep at the computer so I'll check it over later).
@Rift @Brisa @Ranjiri @Laedere

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