Birds of a Feather

Azzurra gave a little shrug to Satira's condolences, but gave her a thankful smile all the same. It was strange because she hadn't actually seen either of her parents after they passed. Her father had left them in the night and just never came back and their mother had left to live in a different pack and never came to visit them again. Both of them were suddenly just gone one day. The loss of her father had hurt more in the sense that she had been closer to him and loved him dearly, but her mother's death had been almost more painful in a strange way since she had been so hopeful to rebuild some kind of relationship with their estranged mother and they had found out about her death when they needed her most. She glanced down to Satira's paw where it rested on her leg comfortingly and she smiled a little more, resting one of her pale paws over the other girl's in return.

Tira turned the conversation back to her original home of Abaven, making her grin when she felt her tail bumping her hip in her excitement at finding out that they had grown up so close to each other. She didn't know a lot about Armada, but she was definitely aware of the pack and knew where they were located. "Definitely a small world!" she agreed with a giggle as well. She was glad that Satira seemed to excited about coming to visit Fenmyre and see the island. It made her feel like she was even more certain to see the pretty girl again and that made her really happy. She had never really had a friend outside of Balthier so the idea that maybe the two of them could continue to see each other and be friends was really exciting. She was also just so cute when she was all excited like this and it made her feel like they meshed well together. She grinned when she was asked if she could be called Azzie and she nodded in agreement. "Yeah! That's been my nickname for a long time."

Azzurra chuckled softly, giving Tira's paw a little squeeze with her own where they were resting over her other foreleg. She kept feeling her face flush whenever her sapphire gaze caught Satira's lighter blue eyes, making the fluttering butterflies in her stomach stir up like crazy while they laid close together in this little secluded spot in the fjord. It was hard not to think about the kisses they shared before. There was always a little bit of a high that came along with stuff like that and it always felt so good that it was hard not to want more of it—especially when it was with someone as sweet, cute, and fun as Satira. As their conversation trailed off and their collective giggles faded she let herself look into Satira's pretty blue eyes again, smiling as her ears folded back with that shy, fluttering attraction again. Without really thinking, Azzie leaned her head down to bring her muzzle to Tira's again, hesitating for just a moment before she gave the smaller girl another gentle kiss. Instead of pulling away this time though, she let the feeling of it start to sweep her away and she followed that light kiss up with another and another until she eventually pressed her lips more firmly to Satira's as her eyes flickered closed.

"Azzurra"