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01-21-2017, 08:56 PM
Larue...
Candied teal eyes jerk up from the green cape that now held her lonely, starkly white clam-shell. The only shell, she now belatedly realized (perhaps clearing a beach of shells was not what Kisamoa had intended with his task).
Regardless of this newfound realization, her attention was now wholly fixed on the Inquisitor. The lemon drop had not yet met any of the demigods or goddesses—in fact, her limited experience with any divinity had been Kisamoa interacting with the Moon Goddess; and that she had only seen from a far distance.
So, with curious eyes (and still keeping a healthy distance from the strangely foreboding stallion), she studied the Inquisitor, ears perking to hear the grunted words. Bright eyes then dart towards the white griffin that huffed with attitude—attitude that the filly could appreciate.
A slow grin crossed her candied lips at the single leaf that sank slowly, purposefully onto the pile, a light and airy giggle bubbling out of her young throat. She scampered towards the intractable griffin, offhandedly kicking a small rock towards the pile, before plopping down on her haunches to watch @Aithniel struggle with the large log. If the griffin could watch everyone work, then so could she… right? A darting glance was given to the royal companion, before she settled in, calling to the demigodess with a pleasantly mischievous smile, “I’m Larue.”
Regardless of this newfound realization, her attention was now wholly fixed on the Inquisitor. The lemon drop had not yet met any of the demigods or goddesses—in fact, her limited experience with any divinity had been Kisamoa interacting with the Moon Goddess; and that she had only seen from a far distance.
So, with curious eyes (and still keeping a healthy distance from the strangely foreboding stallion), she studied the Inquisitor, ears perking to hear the grunted words. Bright eyes then dart towards the white griffin that huffed with attitude—attitude that the filly could appreciate.
A slow grin crossed her candied lips at the single leaf that sank slowly, purposefully onto the pile, a light and airy giggle bubbling out of her young throat. She scampered towards the intractable griffin, offhandedly kicking a small rock towards the pile, before plopping down on her haunches to watch @Aithniel struggle with the large log. If the griffin could watch everyone work, then so could she… right? A darting glance was given to the royal companion, before she settled in, calling to the demigodess with a pleasantly mischievous smile, “I’m Larue.”
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