Half light

Mojito hadn't yet ventured beyond into the lands of the Armada, the closest he'd gotten had been when he'd bumped into the little cream girl and her purple brother. His stomach fluttered just at the thought. Maybe it was the hope of getting to see her again that drew him towards the scent marker, he hadn't seen her since then, several seasons. If he'd had any sort of self-awareness he might have noticed how often his thoughts turned to a girl he hardly even knew... but the boy was oftentimes too wrapped up in his brooding over his treatment to consider his other emotions.

The boy would not find the small girl at the border today, instead, he'd find a different young woman, older than himself but not by much. He was nearly his full height now and Mojito had had to come to terms with his small size and so he wasn't exactly happy to see how much bigger this stranger was. She did carry the scent of the Armada on her coat, though it was fresh instead of the deeply ingrained way a long time member's scent became. Mojito snorted, tossing his head a bit, a habit he'd learned when his horns had finally fully grown in, a sort of show of his potential power, a sort of wall to help protect himself from the scorn of his cousins. Or maybe he thought it'd distract from the way his ears flopped when he moved his head or the way his pelt curled in a way that a wolf's typically didn't.

"What are you doing?" He barked, a little harshly, especially since he wasn't in any position to actually do, well, anything. He cast skyblue gaze over her, she was pretty... he'd give her that.


"Speech!"

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