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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
Soft-spoken natured, the petite deer-fox was not one to push. Happy to see Saintkit recover. Gain strength. Being social was up to him. His pace. She wasn't so sure she'd be so confident to stand up like that. Much less back when she was as young as him.
Aine smiled softly, shouldering her herb satchel quietly as she trotted over. Maybe she could be some reassurance to him, at the very least. "... I think," her hazel hues gleamed, happier than they often shone as of late. "I think I have a-a question." In the spirit of encouraging his little introduction.
"Do... Do you have a favorite flower, Saint?" Besides. That was useful information... To her. It still felt a little silly, her hooves scuffing the dirt gently, but she meant it earnestly. Curious.
[/td][/tr][/table]Aine smiled softly, shouldering her herb satchel quietly as she trotted over. Maybe she could be some reassurance to him, at the very least. "... I think," her hazel hues gleamed, happier than they often shone as of late. "I think I have a-a question." In the spirit of encouraging his little introduction.
"Do... Do you have a favorite flower, Saint?" Besides. That was useful information... To her. It still felt a little silly, her hooves scuffing the dirt gently, but she meant it earnestly. Curious.
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