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She remained thoughtfully open, a refreshing surprise to the denial he was expecting in return. Like an open book she weighted the pros and cons of his promising words, "a desert isn't to my likings." Respecting her words Midas remained neutral and with encouraging expression, ears perked when she locked eyes; searching for something he only could hope to possess, "If the herd is friendly and as accepting as you, maybe I would enjoy it. Plus, the ocean is a majestic beast that clears my head from useless drama." Gladness whelped in his heart; the tone of their conversation was turning into a pleasant ending for a blessed day. "Midas, it would be a fun pleasure to join you and this herd at the Throat." A genuine beam widened his already pleasant features further, “Your words lighten this heart; shall we head that way then dear sister?” They were going home. Hope rose, he honestly desired for this little lady to find satisfaction. Feathered appendages took opportunity to lift from his warm sides, aching now to get them home. Did she prefer flying over walking? He would accommodate for either or, allowing her to make the decision. Though the mere ideal of maneuvering the skies with another set his heart to quicken in a faint rush. OOC: One more posting round and then you wanna start a thread in the Throat? |
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