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06-13-2013, 10:18 PM
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The king whose word no man relies on
Quilyan
never said a foolish thing nor ever did a wise one.
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Resplendence seems pleased with the marmoset's work, and so Zarina sits smugly for a moment before scampering down to the fae's tail again. She finds it amusing that Resplendence freezes each time she moves, as though afraid of throwing her off, and so she scampers back and forth a time or two, amusement coloring her thoughts. Disapproval quickly radiates from her bonded as he realizes what she is doing, though, and so she settles at the mare's tale, momentarily abased. Tiny hand work quickly and effortlessly to secure the flowers in Resplendence's tail. The task comes easily, for she has often braided her prince's hair in order to calm him. She wonders briefly if it has the same effect on his not-mate, glancing towards her head, and then returns to work. Each new flower provides a new challenge for the creature as she tries to fit more and more flowers into place. Running out of space at the dock of the femme's tail, the marmoset balances her minuscule form on flower after flower, braiding them into a cascade down the tail. She is so wrapped up in her task that she does not realize, for a moment, that Resplendence has halted and seems to be doing something; when she does, she scurries back up to the mare's hindquarters in order to see what's going on. The sight before her makes her chitter her amusement, for it would seem that Resplendence is trying to place flowers in her bonded's mane. A wicked humor entered the marmoset's thoughts, which her bonded ignores, inwardly rolling his eyes at the girls' sense of humor. A tiny smile plays on his maw though, and he cracks open an eye to watch his lady placing flowers gently in his mane. She looks amused, and he cannot bring himself to tell her to stop, though flowers are not his idea of decor. Zarina, though, has different ideas. Down she goes, landing easily on his uninjured shoulder. From there, she hurries to continue her work on her bonded's mane. Braids sprout beneath tiny fingers, weaving the flowers tightly into place. She snickers to herself as she pulls on one, noting that they will not budge for quite some time, and then chirps proudly up to Resplendence as though to show off. "Zarina," her bonded growls. "Whose side are you on, little one?" To that, she merely chirrups happily and scurries up Resplendence's leg. |
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