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I am smart. That was a smart idea.
Omg what a lil cutie. Lol
“B-because I only did that to calm you and because you said you were in pain. That’s, um, that’s something you’re only supposed to do with someone special.” The Duskwalker confidently placed the curve of his beak right against her outward reaching hand. It tilted to the right under her fingertips and palm. “I can be special.”
“Do not run from me, female,” he rumbled, as he darted through the forest. “I considered playing chase with you had you gotten any further.”
She was probably the first and only human that would find herself in this predicament.
Ha! Think again girly. Lol
“But you are beautiful, Emerie,” he stated sincerely.
“That’s a good little butterfly,” he grated around panted, scent-tasting breaths, as he leaned down to lick across her neck. “Flutter for me.”
“I want you to wait for me.”
“Your soul is mine to revive, little butterfly.”
“I am sorry I did not realise it before you tried to take yourself away from me, but I love you, Emerie. We are connected, but I would like to make us one. I would like for you to be my bride, so I can show you that love in all the forms I can.”
“Did she gift you this horn ornament?” Weldir muttered. “I hope if I ever have a physical form, that Lindiwe will do the same. I would like to be adorned with affection.”
“I always thought I was pretty,” he playfully grumbled. “I am the only Mavka with a beak.”
