04-15-2019, 05:19 PM
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The tiny privateer had found herself by the water. The pool within the trees, outside the Colosseum. A thinking place, if ever there was one. The perfect place to practice her abilities by herself. The place her father preferred for lessons. As such, her ears perked slightly in surprise at the sound of her name. Goldie. Her pale hues flickered absently, tracing the sound as she rose to her paws."Goldie." There was an eagerness in the air. Nearly subconsciously, Keona tapped on her mental bond with her father, her brows creasing in thought. "Hey," her soft voice murmured, the tip of her tail twitching to and fro. Something's up. "What happened?"