Don't Fake This

There really were. It was rather hard to distinguish Valhallans from Seracians. A small smile touched his lips as he remembered the day of the wedding. It had surely been an awfully busy day, but filled with excitement. The newly appointed Esquire was glad that the two youngsters had been able to work things out for their benefit, that they had been able to stya with each other through and through. It was refreshing to see that love still won out in the end.


That would be wonderful. What sounds good? Her smile caused his own to flash in return, limbs unfolding to lift him back onto all four paws, golden gaze flickering to their surroundings, audits twitching to attention as the hunting mode began to set in. Whatever sounds good to you, sounds good to me too. He replied easily, plume wagging gently behind dark haunches as he allowed his gaze to fall back on Rayne, waiting to see what she would choose.


OOC: eek, horrible >.<



Talk like this