Sweet Spring Breezes
07-11-2020, 08:04 PM
She couldn't help but snort faintly at the assertion. "Barely." Even with the limp and the armor, the man had put up a real good fight. "And anyway," she asserted, "it's not official official until the festival. Just wait 'til I'm recognized all around Boreas...."" Mal couldn't even finish the thought, trailing off mid-sentence just to breathe in the night air, and slow down her rabbiting heartbeat. It was a different kind of energy, running not to get this restlessness out of her, but to win, and she was beat. This was fun. It'd been too long since she'd last seen him, and it had warmed her more than she realized to see he was nearly back to normal and in good spirits. She glanced at Cairo for a few moments, eyes twinkling, ignoring the little itch in the back of her head. And with a chuff, she turned away, rolling over to hop to her paws. "Mmmm..." Her satchel was somewhere around here, having flown off mid-flight. Her tail waved softly as she spotted it in the distance, and a quick jog away and back again ended with her sliding into the grass a little more gracefully this time, peeling back the lid. She pulled out a couple of strips of the dried, honeyed venison that Iolaire had made. There was still a bit leftover after winter. "You hungry? Our healer made these." She could see he was a little worn out, but she figured she'd ask anyway. Having only nibbled here and there all day, she was more than a bit peckish herself, and quickly snapped up a piece. |
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