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 Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 8:03 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 9:27 am
Mozelle remained silent for the majority of the time that Ame was taking her leave. Her tail wagged slightly when the male had offered up to escort her back. It showed her that he was getting a little more comfortable around the other, when before he had seemed to sort of shrink away from her in some sort of... fear? Had that been what it was? Unsure and not really caring at the moment, she simply watched and let her thoughts fall to nothing.
But then she smiled and simply nodded her head. "And good morning to you, my friend," she said warmly, her eyes shining like never before. Then after their seer friend had departed, she turned about to face Gareth.
"Well, then... shall we go?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 11:33 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 22, 2006 2:26 pm
Mozelle smiled as she looked at the male and he at her. For a moment she lost herself in his emerald gaze, falling deep into what seemed to be a very delightful and simply wonderful dream. But that was quickly broken by a caw from somewhere high above their heads. Taking a moment to glance up at the sky, she managed to catch a glimpse of a fully grown--and quite large--hawk, its wings beating effortlessly as it sailed across the vast sky.
And suddenly she was inspired. Why shouldn't they fly too? Wasting no time, for she was planning on flying with the bird, she turned about quickly to Gareth. "Why don't we run, my friend?" she suggested, her tail wagging in delight at the thought of finally just letting herself loose in a refreshing jog.
Not waiting for much of an answer, as she felt that one wasn't really needed, Mo then took off rather fleetingly. A smile seemed to have been blown onto her face by the wind as she raced onward, following the bird that was heading in the same direction that Ame had said the ocean was in.
Hoping that the other would follow her--and also not being able to look back, as she knew how terribly fatal that could turn out to be--she continued onward, the rush of the run in her veins and the comforting caress of the wind in her thick and soft fur.
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