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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:52 pm
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[Until I get her properly certed.]
Today had been a, chosen, day off and she found herself sorting endlessly. Herbs needed to be there, herbs needed to be here. If anyone had seen what she was doing, it would seem tedious and useless, but she found it completely the opposite. The task seemed necessary and useful, she was readying herself for hard times ahead as the pride had settled in, one never knew when she would be needed.
"There we go..." She whispered to herself softly, letting her rump fall to the ground elegantly. Her dual-colored orbs stared happily at her organized, but slim stock of herbs. Though her grin was large, and kind of silly, she did realize she needed to get a move on and gather something more than what she had.
It was at that moment she chose to stand and leave, promptly running into a rather nervous looking General. "Well hello." She chirped in a sing-song manner, that same silly grin put on display for him to see.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 5:13 am
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Her grin changed to a warm, welcoming smile and she let her rump fall elegantly to the ground once more. He clearly needed her full attention, she could appreciate that, the General and her would have much to work on together once his services were needed. If anything should happen she would need to work tremendously close with the male wild dog. It was of course at this moment that she realized she had not had a completely appropriate introduction to him.
"I'm doing quite well General, how are you doing? Is there something you need to get off your chest?" She asked, her age had not deteriorate her innocence, this moment, like any other seemed to slip her mind. Perhaps he was nervous for a larger reason, though she couldn't seem to drum up what that reason could be. At that point she let the introductions fall to the wayside, though she made a mental note to bring it up at a later time, for now there appeared to be more pressing matters.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 4:40 am
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Tension, was there tension? The air seemed able to be sliced as nervous energies bellowed from Twana's current companion. She was trying her utmost to factor what could be causing such a wild dog so much distress and simply could not pin point the issue. She chalked this up to her own ignorance, perhaps if she focused more of her attention to other categories of her life and the packs life than perhaps she would know, but only perhaps. Than he finally spoke again, this time something had brought about a strain of confidence. It appeared whatever was causing his so much grief was.. worth it?
"The time I have is for our people, General, and last I checked you are part of our people. So of course." Her already pleasant grin became a little more gentle and her eyes were trained on his. "What is it you'd like to ask me?" Her ears, though they were already at attention, seemed to dip forward in an attempt to miss no word, to miss no emotional meaning, she wanted him to know that what was important to him was in fact important to her as well.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 10:24 am
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A bewildered look crossed the older females face, it was quick to vanish, but did hang in her eyes briefly while she spoke. It certainly was not due to the genders, though some may say that was why, instead she was absolutely stunned that someone still followed a code older than himself. That grin she shared with him had not vanished, but instead seemed to shine even brighter at his request.
"I am honored you have graced me with such a request, General.." She paused, wanting this to be more intimate, if his courtship was successful he would be family of course. ".. Airle." Her words seemed dipped in honey and her joy sparkled like a trickling stream in the high sun.
"Please know that you have my blessing in courting my Brother."
In her recent years she had never had to say such words, she hoped she had chosen the right ones and hoped that she had not sounded full of herself in any manner. It was just such a special moment and her instinct was to treat it much like a ritual.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2016 12:51 pm
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