Dedicated analysis

*Serra* · 08-23-2014, 05:29 PM

The slate colored girl pressed her body into Quelt's quick touch, leaning towards him. The smallest of the Arrows then stretched up, licking the underside of his chin quickly. Having his attention (all of his attention) was something that Serra adored, even if the thing that had caused this was the love of his life being stolen. Was Serra jealous? Maybe, to be honest. But she loved him, and she would get over it soon enough; she recognized that this emotion would pass, and that soon she would be simply happy for his happiness. "I have enjoyed Abaven so far," Serra nodded easily, tail thumping contentedly against the earth. "And I have met a few new faces - none quite as interesting as yours, of course." The easy laugh that escaped her maw was unfamiliar - she had not laughed like this in some time, had she?

Tail curling slightly, Serra fell silent as Quelt began to speak, letting him say his piece. "That was not your fault, Quelt." Serra spoke simply, but confidently. "You could not have known that Isardis would come for his daughter in such a manner." Of course she assumed that this was about Irune - the thought that anything else might be bothering him hadn't really occurred to her. Still, she would hesitate before continuing, "Are you doing all right, Quelt? You know I will do anything that you need; just say the words." If he asked, she would march to Isardis' borders and battle him for Irune. Anything he needed, Serra would do. To her, that was what family did.

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