The fairy child had become so comfortable with the forested area near her mother and fathers den, but she had also been wanting to explore more. With permission to finally leave the eyesight of her parents, she bounded out with her brother trailing behind her. She knew of the other litter around her age in the pack, her mother being the caretaker when the parents were away. So she considered some of them her friends, playing with them often. Her little tail going a mile a minute as she ran and ran, her glass-like wings catching in the air as she glided through the breeze. "Harlow, come on! We said we'd meet Ambrose at the clearing by sundown! It's nearly dusk!" She called out as her brother flew overhead. "I'll beat you there, Dianthe." He said confidently.
She giggled at her brother. He was much more experienced in flight, while Dianthe tried to take more to the ground and preserve her thin wings. They were beautiful, and she was often so in love with her reflection in the water. She felt the rush of air under her wings, carrying her further downhill from the mountains they called their home, their den. She giggled all the while, the air tickling her toes. She only wished Ambrose could feel this feeling, but he was a ground dweller. She smiled as they came to the clearing. Her tail swishing back and forth as she landed gracefully, with her brother following shortly behind her. She looked around for the boy. She prided herself on her looks, flaunting them to Ambrose. After all, he was her age, and she was the hopeless romantic type even at such a young age. But she didn't know much either.
"Ambrose, oh Ambrose? Where are you my little scaled friend?" She giggled as she paced around the quiet and darkening place. Harlow stood close to his sister, while he was playful and ready to roam the kingdom without the parental guidance, he didn't want his sister to fall into any sort of trouble. Not since he had heard of the fighting that had taken place not too long before they were born. They were safe here normally, but he wanted to be sure. Dianthe knew all too well her brother was protective, even when Ambrose got too close. She sighed. "Ambrose, a lady is asking for you. It's not nice to keep a lady waiting." Harlow taunted with a grin.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"& put your tears back in your eyes?"
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