((xD))
Mihir sighed, walking along in his usual, elegant way. Though he seemed more high strung these days, and his age, he was afraid it was catching up to him. His tail swung lazily as he walked through the clearing, enjoying the long grass and the sun, picking the occasional flower. He looked across the field and saw a familiar flash of purple and light blue dart inside a tree. He stopped, for a split second, wondering if he saw who he thought he saw. He wondered if it were a good or bad thing, and if he should go approach her. He decided he should, maybe to apologize. He began making his way to a tree, a flower in his hand.
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