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Fade to Black  - This is what dreams are made of

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Played by Offline Dyzzie [PM] Posts: 214 — Threads: 26
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Dusk Court Battlemage
Female [She/Her/Hers]  |  Immortal [Year 498 Summer]  |  15.2 hh  |  Hth: 30 — Atk: 50 — Exp: 88  |    Active Magic: Hydrokinesis  |    Bonded: Yukime (Ice Serpent)
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B e l o w Z e r o
i could make you happy
make all your dreams come true
nothing that i wouldn't do
go to the ends of the earths for you
to make you feel my love

Settling into this way of life was already proving to be surprisingly easy. Sure, it was a bit odd for Sol to suddenly just be there . . . but, it was happier to. It was filled with warmth, filled with the promise of a future. And so as she trotted her way to where he usually fetched her from the swamps after one of her 'soaks' to keep herself hydrated, she paused in surprise that he wasn't there. Where they meeting somewhere else? There wasn't another house to look at yet was there? She hadn't thought so . . . She glanced around, confused before spotting the note. Approaching it curiously, her head tilting to the side, curiosity filled her. What did the stallion have planned?

A smile on her face, she immediately set off, her steps light, eager to carry the short distance that would bring her to her oaf of a stallion. It's not hard to find him amongst the others, his massive form easy to spot, dark against the greenery of the budding springtime. She was curious about his decision to meet in Amare Creek, however . . . especially in this season . . . She doesn't ponder on it for too long, instead approaching him with a grin, not even giving him a second to greet her before she had collided into his side, snuggling herself underneath one of his wings, and rubbing her head beneath his jaw. "A picnic? What's the occasion?" She asks in lieu of a greeting, surprised, but pleased by the spread, before shooting her stallion a playfully quizzical look, "And is there a reason we're having a private picnic without Jiri . . . in Amare Creek?" She added, a playful grin on her muzzle as she tugged on a strand of his thick mane.

Not that she would mind . . . if that had been his intention, she was the one who had suggested a spare bedroom after all, and what better time to plan for a new addition than when they're settling in and have all the time to get set up anyway?

"Bel"
Yukime
@Sol Bestiam
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This is what dreams are made of - by Sol Bestiam - 02-15-2022, 11:52 AM
RE: This is what dreams are made of - by Below Zero - 02-16-2022, 12:06 AM
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