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Coming back to reality, Aviya stepped closer to her father and pressed her shoulder into his leg. "Father, you have Mesec. He is a colt, right?" Aviya asked, almost sarcastically. d'Artagnan was just as racist as the rest of them, and whether it took his DNA alongside the Moon Goddess' to make the demi-god son, he still had wings. Blinking, Aviya turned to her mother. "Yes, she is deadly alright. Watch out for those teeth, remember?" Aviya's ears lowered a bit and she offered her mother a warm smile, the sadistic filly always showing love and kindness towards the white mare that carried her and kept her safe so bravely. She remembered there being so many times that her stomach growled ferociously when they lived in the Steppe, before the God of the Spark graced the herd with a homeland, and how often Kou was just as hungry as she was.
Her head snapped up, however, and her face contorted in a slight show of disgust when her mother made the overly suggestive comment towards her father. Her white face cringed and she lifted one hoof gently, leaning back on her hinds to get away from her parents' business.
not meant to be your domesticated girl
