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The scent of salt in soothing. Though the petite vixen had not seen the shore in some time. Her mitch-matched hues watched the ocelot in silence, curious. Hesitant. Reclusive as she had been, the former medic wasn't feeling particularly outgoing. But the request for books...
Romance had never been the vixen's favorite. She enjoyed adventure. And most of her books... Lost when her house caved from the tremors. But Kiira loved reading far too deeply to go without, gathering familiar and new books alike as she recovered from illness.
Torren's house was now the house she called home. Until he returned. She wouldn't trade his books. But she had a few she'd brought in... And sharing always made her smile.
Slowly, the scrawny arctic fox padded forward, after snatching a newer favorite from her shelf. As she approached Rosemary, she found her chest grow uncomfortably heavy. The words in her throat had grown fleeting.
She pulled out the notebook she carried in her satchel now, holding it in the air with care through her telekinesis. A pen softly hovering along side it, writing in gentle but neat strokes. Would you like this? It is a kind of retelling of Peter Pan you might like.
With a shy smile, Kiira pushed her copy of Peter Darling over. I don't need anything in return. Books are worth sharing.
[/td][/tr][/table]Romance had never been the vixen's favorite. She enjoyed adventure. And most of her books... Lost when her house caved from the tremors. But Kiira loved reading far too deeply to go without, gathering familiar and new books alike as she recovered from illness.
Torren's house was now the house she called home. Until he returned. She wouldn't trade his books. But she had a few she'd brought in... And sharing always made her smile.
Slowly, the scrawny arctic fox padded forward, after snatching a newer favorite from her shelf. As she approached Rosemary, she found her chest grow uncomfortably heavy. The words in her throat had grown fleeting.
She pulled out the notebook she carried in her satchel now, holding it in the air with care through her telekinesis. A pen softly hovering along side it, writing in gentle but neat strokes. Would you like this? It is a kind of retelling of Peter Pan you might like.
With a shy smile, Kiira pushed her copy of Peter Darling over. I don't need anything in return. Books are worth sharing.
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