The black and brown mottled lass’s eyes had kept to the horizon, never really glancing at her chest and seeing the faint pink line that extended from it. Not that she would know what it was, anyways – her father had not told her anything about it, nor did she hear from anyone about these ties. People talked soulmates, sure, but never explained. Anyone watching her would see her ears lift at the tiniest sounds, and they did so at the gentle ”Joy,” on the winds. She turned her head, seeing Harlow, and she smiled, her tail beginning to wag. ”Hey, Joy.” Her light teal eyes looked him over – he changed. No longer bird wings, but those of a dragon, and a skull over his face. Despite the menacing look that may have given him, Joy still knew the Harlow that resided underneath. ”Harlow! Hi~!” She exclaimed, happy to see him. ”Haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?” She refrained from bounding over to him until he sat down. Once he did, she stood up and bounded over to him, closing the distance of the few feet. ”I’ve been good!” Joy exclaimed as she dipped into a playful bow, her wagging tail pausing as she spoke. ”Little bit lonely though…” Her eyes shifted to the side. She meant nothing intentionally flirty by this statement, but if it was interpreted as such, she had no complaints. She was her crush growing up, after all. Her tail began to wag again as she looked back at Harlow. ”But it’s so so sooo nice to see you again!” A toothy grin made it’s way onto her maw, her tongue only slightly hanging out of her maw as she looked at Harlow’s mismatched eyes. Her teal gaze wandered down to his chest, where then confusion crossed her face, her maw closing and eyes slightly narrowing. What was the pink strand there? ”Why’s this pink strand there?” Her eyes would follow it to her own chest, where the other end was, and she backpedaled slightly, before looking once again at Harlow. ”What’s this about?” She asked, cocking her head. Her intentions were only curious, not of malice or the like. Just a lack of understanding yet of normal phenomenon in Starfall. Actions and thoughts and "Words."
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