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A familiar voice interrupted her spastic dance, giving her pause. Bacchus' immense body wrapped around her own, concern etched into his features. She spat once more at the ground, before abandoning the act. Ivory stained features would twist into a grimace of disgust. "The faeries taste horrible, Bacc." She informed him with a note of indignity in her voice. "Don't eat them." She cautioned, shaking her head. An affectionate nibble into the fur of his shoulder would be offered, more to reassure him that she had been the source of her own misery than anything. She scowled at one of the floating stars as it bobbed lazily over their heads. Her mothers had been right about one thing, magic was not to be trifled with. Tongue would escape to run along her muzzle, wetting her nose. Well, at least now she knew not to eat the dancing sprites. Bumping her shoulder against her friend's, she smiled up at him. The violet girl was happy he was here, as she hadn't seen too much of him lately. Well, sure, they shared a den and all that, but she only saw him in the mornings before they went their separate ways. It was getting a little annoying. Haunches would fall lightly upon the terra, as she wrapped her tail about her paws. "So, what 'cha been up to lately?" She enquired, melodies infused with a distinctive drawl she'd gotten from nowhere in particular. She'd done enough walking for now, a short rest would be nice right now. Not to mention, the faeries looked nice as they danced about around the lake. It was oddly quiet, as more often than not where there was water, there were frogs singing their hearts out. |