The pups play and growl and splash, Ouija's coat looking more and more like a toasted marshmallow as she twists with the black and green canine. Her little heart flutters with excitement as teeth bare and snap playfully as they jump about.

Rostislav finally reaches you, the pure joy of the reunion playing across his heavy face just as it surely is on your much thinner, longer one. Hot air is exchanged, the same stagnant scent of the alcohol swimming on his tongue flooding the small gap of air between the two of you; but, in return, your red snout reaches out and you breath against him as well. For once, you aren't worried about accidentally touching, and you're sure that the draft isn't all too worried about it either. Finally you speak, which he responds to without skipping a beat: "So it has!" The high chirp in his voice having smoothed out and returned to normal.

"Ouija seems to be doing well. Can you believe they are a year old?" Still starstruck, the smile stays tight on your lips while the two of you glance toward the rumbling pups. Shaking your head as you turn back to face your friend, ('Your only friend.' we mumble) you can't help but to let out an airy chuckle. "It doesn't seem like it, does it? They're growing too fast.. look at how tall Damaris is!" another light chuckle escapes with a hot breath, your eyes averting to watch the companions as Ouija flops onto her back and rolls on the bank.

The warrior steps back, opening a space that you hadn't realized was so small until it was spread back apart; part of you longs to wrap your neck around his burly shoulder and fully embrace his body, but you can't imagine that Ros would be as comfortable with that as you may be. "So tell me-" he begins, drawing your attention back over, "-what is new in your world? How have you been?" Empty eyes glance up at the balconies of the trees, the distant Rotunda throwing enchanting colors onto leaves high above. Where to even start? Oh.. you exhale with a heavy sigh, eyes falling back onto the cloudy white ones staring back at you. "Remember that mare?" We cringe in your skull, our spines tingling with a deep hatred toward the woman who bore your child. 'Good way to start this off!' we clap sarcastically, scaly hands making a loud echo in your mind.

"Aurelia?" Her name almost burns on your tongue and her golden eyes shimmer in your memories.. she had been beautiful, you couldn't deny that, but her personality (from what you can pull from the whole two hours of talking to the woman) was so blunt and uninviting.. you swallow hard, returning to reality with a nervous laugh. "Well, we uh.. we had a kid, his name's Ryuu.. well, she had two. Funny story." Then it dawns on you again: hadn't you thought about this before?! The filly must have been Rostislav's! "H-have you seen her, by chance? Aurelia?" 'You're stammering and haven't even had a drink yet.. he'll know something's up.' We smirk and get comfortable to watch this show.

"Voodoo." 'Ouija.' 'Voices'
@[Rostislav]

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