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The little druid couldn't remember why... The rhyme or reason... When Kydobi first established the Ibada. All a little vague in her memory. Not entirely... Important... To her. She never did it. Aine didn't know for sure, but she doubted anyone really expected her to after being a Pittian for so long.
But she ran into the desert without a second thought when it was Ry on the line. It was Ry. Simple as that. And he had rushed off so soon after... ... He didn't deserve to be alone.
Aine felt as though she might cry. So frightened when she found him hurt. If she hadn't ran after him... The petite deer-fox shook her head, wings shuffling against her sides. Her hazel hues were locked on Ry. Attention belonging to him alone, though her ears flicked at the sounds of others.
Irritated by Vale's ruder voice in particular but weary, the Fleshweaver simply settles next to her friend, pressing her fur against his side. It was good to be home.
[/td][/tr][/table]But she ran into the desert without a second thought when it was Ry on the line. It was Ry. Simple as that. And he had rushed off so soon after... ... He didn't deserve to be alone.
Aine felt as though she might cry. So frightened when she found him hurt. If she hadn't ran after him... The petite deer-fox shook her head, wings shuffling against her sides. Her hazel hues were locked on Ry. Attention belonging to him alone, though her ears flicked at the sounds of others.
Irritated by Vale's ruder voice in particular but weary, the Fleshweaver simply settles next to her friend, pressing her fur against his side. It was good to be home.
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