Windsong
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Saluce’s tail died as quickly as he realized that she didn’t appreciate his words. It soured his mood a bit, because it was a genuine comment. His tail the bastion of his good mood fell to its normal dull existence as he stood to his full height. Then as quickly as his facial expressions had opened up with her, they were washed away to his normal cold exterior. Saluce was an all-in or all out person and he still had rejection issues. She seemed to be ready for that tour he had promised her and he did in fact make the comment now he was obligated to fulfill it. Maybe his mood would lighten a bit as they went on their journey but for now he simply nodded and walked to the door and out before stopping on his porch.

“Dahlia is a big place,” he stated in a dull tone, eyes scanning across the territory in front of him. The behemoth didn’t really have much to say at this point, the beautiful female she was seemed now more a shrew then a friend. So quickly his moods changed it seemed lately and he wasn’t sure if it was tied to the recent trauma to his head or not. It worried him to no end now that his mind was allowed to think on it. What if he snapped out of rage now, what if his carefully crafted reputation was shattered in the heat of the moment when his anger swelled beyond his control. The man wasn’t sure and it scared him. Finally he turned to her to ask where she would like to go.

“Well you can have a look at my new shop, or we can go see the shoreline, or the vineyard. It’s up to you,” he recited quietly as his arms crossed.


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