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 Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 4:52 pm
Wateni giggled as Syem's face turned a bit red, not realizing why. She cocked her head to match the tilt of his after he had moved a strand of her hair. "Okay, I'll follow you," she said, feeling more like lazing about than helping out with looking.
She smiled, assuming Syem would be okay with that. He was a lot nicer than most other taur she had met (she disregarded the fact that she was also nicer to him than she was to the other taur). The watermelon naga was glad that she had claimed him as her own friend and planned to be very protective over him. It also seemed to her like he could use a little protection.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 3:56 am
Syem chuckled softly in amusement at his mate- FRIEND's answer, grumbling mentally at himself for the strange thoughts running through his mind. "That, I thertainly don't mind," he replied kindly, gesturing for her to follow as he changed his direction, finding a tree they'd earlier passed that had large, fan-like leaves that were quite pretty, though their usefulness was much more important to him at the moment. Next to the tree was a place where the rock wall beside them jutted back abruptly, making a small enclosure that they would use for shelter, if only for the night.
Pulling himself up as tall as he could muster, Syem extended his hands toward the leaves, still quite far away from them, and began cutting them off with swift slices of his hands, the wind that he had best control over quickly and cleanly slicing through each stem of the leaves, other hand more-or-less sweeping them toward him with invisible, tightly-controlled gusts of air. When he'd decided there were enough leaves, he took the lot of them off the ground, looking a bit off-balance, and lay them within their little fortress, creating a semi-soft bed for the two to spend the night on, while the tree had enough leaves to keep its canopy over the couple.
He smiled toward Wateni as he snuck into the small enclosure, gesturing for her to come closer as the tip of his tail flicked a bit. "Hope that it'th ath good ath you would ecthpect of me," he said sweetly, chuckling a bit. "Though it might get a little cold..." he added, before his face heated up, reminded of the comment from his watermelon naga of a friend earlier, giggling in a cute, eleven-year-old sort-of way as he smiled in a borderline flirty manner toward her. "Actually, you had a pretty good tholution to that... didn't you?"
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