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Zani is the first to detect the titan; his tiny, round head with oversized ears pokes out of the cloak, swiveling this way and that until he spots the white-faced stallion. And oh, he thinks the man to be a giant. A high-pitched warning growl echoes his alarm, but the golden priestess (is she, still?) has already felt it, her hooves bringing the pair to a halt. Zani sends her an image of what he sees, blowing Gaal up to be this fire-eyed monster bearing down on them, black trails very clearly foretelling his intent to harm them.
Yael pivots, slightly confused, and even as she does, his deep rumble reaches her ears. A delighted beacon of a smile stretches across her face, beaming a certain radiance towards the feathered man. However, she cannot yet reply; not until she calms her bonded down, murmuring unheard words towards the kit until he leaps from his nest between her shoulder blades, and prowls towards the massive pegasus. At least his snarling as stopped (for now) - but still, he is not certain of this one, even more confused by the warm, subdued lust that Yael cannot filter out of their newly formed link.
She had been disappointed to hear that he’d gone to take care of a family, if only because she thought him to be a bachelor. In a way, the little development makes him even more attractive, knowing that he takes such a responsibility seriously - that there is more to the smooth-talking playboy than meets the eye. Appraising eyes drink Gaal up as he parts through the willow branches, a hundred sultry words brimming to the surface - but as usual, she goes with the safe ones. “Gaal…” she replies in a honeyed tongue, “You xaf returned! Ah… xow ees your… ah, familee?”
Well, mostly safe. There is a silent, second question behind her first. Why didn’t he tell her, amidst all their flirting? Because she does have to go there. She has to call him out in order to move forward. Like any woman, she wants to know - what is her competition like?
Yael pivots, slightly confused, and even as she does, his deep rumble reaches her ears. A delighted beacon of a smile stretches across her face, beaming a certain radiance towards the feathered man. However, she cannot yet reply; not until she calms her bonded down, murmuring unheard words towards the kit until he leaps from his nest between her shoulder blades, and prowls towards the massive pegasus. At least his snarling as stopped (for now) - but still, he is not certain of this one, even more confused by the warm, subdued lust that Yael cannot filter out of their newly formed link.
She had been disappointed to hear that he’d gone to take care of a family, if only because she thought him to be a bachelor. In a way, the little development makes him even more attractive, knowing that he takes such a responsibility seriously - that there is more to the smooth-talking playboy than meets the eye. Appraising eyes drink Gaal up as he parts through the willow branches, a hundred sultry words brimming to the surface - but as usual, she goes with the safe ones. “Gaal…” she replies in a honeyed tongue, “You xaf returned! Ah… xow ees your… ah, familee?”
Well, mostly safe. There is a silent, second question behind her first. Why didn’t he tell her, amidst all their flirting? Because she does have to go there. She has to call him out in order to move forward. Like any woman, she wants to know - what is her competition like?
Yael
a lover of the light
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