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Larue...
The hot springs had been a place she hadn’t yet ventured. The head prickled her smooth, lemony skin and so she had avoided it. There were plenty of other places for her to explore, anyhow. Like the lake and the tent and the crumpled piles of metal at the Basin’s entrance. (She was still working up her nerve to actually inspect the metal and use it for some trick or prank. There was something ominous about it that had made her keep her distance, for now).
But, right now, when faced with a day spent solely with her dearest, sweetest, happiest daddy, she slipped away to the very hot springs she had been avoiding.
Standing at the edge of the hot water, she swayed uncertainly as the steam stung her pink-dipped legs. ”Rue!” Oh crap, that was dad. “Cla-rooooo!” At least Beans was with him. Plastering a bright smile to cover the impish stare on her face, she burst out of the reeds and towards her candy-coated father (hopefully with enough momentum and surprise to scare the pair), “Heya, dad!” Her voice was loud, pert, and bright, “Beans!” Her glittering turquoise eyes darting between the griffin and her father.
“Where’d you go? I thought we were gonna go to the hot springs together?” Her little fib was paired with a wide and guileless gaze that stared up at her father’s emerald eyes. Thick lashes blinked once, a small and sweet smile playing around her pink, teacup muzzle. “Why does that water hurt, dad?” This time, her question rang true, tiny head swiveling to look at the steam rising just beyond her.
But, right now, when faced with a day spent solely with her dearest, sweetest, happiest daddy, she slipped away to the very hot springs she had been avoiding.
Standing at the edge of the hot water, she swayed uncertainly as the steam stung her pink-dipped legs. ”Rue!” Oh crap, that was dad. “Cla-rooooo!” At least Beans was with him. Plastering a bright smile to cover the impish stare on her face, she burst out of the reeds and towards her candy-coated father (hopefully with enough momentum and surprise to scare the pair), “Heya, dad!” Her voice was loud, pert, and bright, “Beans!” Her glittering turquoise eyes darting between the griffin and her father.
“Where’d you go? I thought we were gonna go to the hot springs together?” Her little fib was paired with a wide and guileless gaze that stared up at her father’s emerald eyes. Thick lashes blinked once, a small and sweet smile playing around her pink, teacup muzzle. “Why does that water hurt, dad?” This time, her question rang true, tiny head swiveling to look at the steam rising just beyond her.
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@Johnny jeezum she's a lil brat <3
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