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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna had been getting out more often since Pele and Sylva were born. She had made sure to make trips back to her room every few hours to check on them, before she left the room once more. She should really get a babysitter. Margaery, Suiteheart or Hazel would do. She trusted Bastilleprisoner to be around the two girls, but she wouldn't leave him alone with them unless it was needed.

Luna had gone to the river, her blue-eyes focused on the stepping stones that were scattered all over the water. The female would stretch her large-wings out and began hopping across the stones- before she lifted herself upward and she began to fly around the area, a large smile on her lips.

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]Flying was something Joel hadn't done in quite a long time. It was a shame but, when he had been stuck up in space, he really wasn't able to fly, since well... he would have suffocated. It was true that he could've flown around the satellite but... in his Noivern form, he was massive so that probably wouldn't have been a good idea. Now, as Joel approached the river, his first intention to get a drink before he happened to notice Luna flying around, he was painfully reminded he couldn't fly- at least not for the next few weeks. There was nothing like the feeling of the wind in your fur, that was for sure... "Having fun up there?" He called out, tail wagging gently behind him as he smiled up at the guardian.

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Once more, Margaery felt a tad bit envious of Luna as she watched the other femme fly through the skies completely unburdened by children. The kuiper corporal's were still unborn and very much pain-in-the-ass-energy-sapping-leeches who innocently drained her of nearly everything unintentionally. She didn't hate them, no, she simply wished to be free of them and the threat they posed to her life. The quicker they arrived in the world, the better, that was for sure.

But she couldn't sulk and be jealous of Luna forever and so, with a bit of a huff, Margaery joined Joel and the Starstruck Guardian. [color=#b14767]"Hello up there!" She called out to Luna before flashing a somewhat forced smile in the direction of the canine near her. She felt nauseous and hungry at the same time. A terrible combination, if she was being honest.

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Bast would probably take offense if he knew his mentor didn't really consider him babysitter material, frankly. Sure, he didn't really seem like the type to like kids, and generally speaking, he wasn't great with them. Well, okay, he didn't really have much experience with them, so he had no real way to know if he was or wasn't, but he felt like he probably wasn't too great with them. Pele and Sylva were different, though. They were Luna's, and Bast would go out of his way to keep them safe. Hell, he checked in on them and Luna more than he checked in on himself.

As it was, he stopped beside Joel without so much as a flicker of reaction towards Margaery's presence. That immediate irritation that typically arose in her presence was just... gone. There was simply nothing, no sway in his dead apathy whatsoever, and he stared up at Luna with an arched brow. "Trying to get somewhere those kiddos can't reach you, Luna?" he drawled.

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LUNAFREYA N.F.

✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly

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Luna would fly down a couple of feet, her wings flapping keeping her in the skies. She greeted Joel and Margaery, chuckling as she did. "I am certainly having a enjoyable time as of now. And hello Margy." Luna would say to the both of them before her former-apprentice came over.

Luna would point a paw in his direction and playfully attempt to send a small blast of air towards his face, laughing as she did. "It won't be long before they start flying themselves. They did inherit my wings and horns."

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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯

#psychosocial.