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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU
Charon likes the manticore - they've offered her water in the desert and have a calm, collected personality. She covets the confidence of her mother; while Peytriving certain seems more subdued than Sola, the child thinks that she wants their nonchalant aura. Besides; he's the only one here besides her with batlike wings on him, and she needs to learn how to fly.
Ears twitching as she hears his call, the black and gold wildcat walks further down the hallway until she sees the manticore's head peaking out of his room. Instantly, she lifts a paw to cover her muzzle, stifling a laugh though her shoulders tremble slightly with the quacks of repressed giggles. "Good morning, Peytriving... you might want to check your bedhead," she tells him, her haughty tone undermined by the amusement that flutters about her words. She fails to hold in her giggles at the end; her suggestion is punctuated with a short burst of laughter.
She feels a bit bad for laughing at him, not to mention mad at herself for breaking her regal princess persona, but right now she feels more focused on the stuck teddy. And her own goal, of course. "Could you teach me how to fly?" she asks, getting straight to the point with no further pleasantries or dancing about. Though she hopes her giggles haven't offended him enough to refuse.
Ears twitching as she hears his call, the black and gold wildcat walks further down the hallway until she sees the manticore's head peaking out of his room. Instantly, she lifts a paw to cover her muzzle, stifling a laugh though her shoulders tremble slightly with the quacks of repressed giggles. "Good morning, Peytriving... you might want to check your bedhead," she tells him, her haughty tone undermined by the amusement that flutters about her words. She fails to hold in her giggles at the end; her suggestion is punctuated with a short burst of laughter.
She feels a bit bad for laughing at him, not to mention mad at herself for breaking her regal princess persona, but right now she feels more focused on the stuck teddy. And her own goal, of course. "Could you teach me how to fly?" she asks, getting straight to the point with no further pleasantries or dancing about. Though she hopes her giggles haven't offended him enough to refuse.
TAGS • WRITTEN BY AXIOM