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Location: D'Neville Gardens, IF Date: 1 Sep* (Backdated) Weather: Sunny, slightly warm Time: Mid-morning |
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Ithiel is by Raze!
The dusky-furred coyote found the most secure thing in his mateship to Alna: knowledge that he was a man. This had never been proven prior to his mateship; now, Ithiel could rest assured in his masculinity. The goodness of him had yet to be proven with sons, but some things could not be rushed. He did not contemplate their courtship and whether that had been rushed -- perhaps for fear of concluding it had been, and he had not yet broached a great many things he considered important. There was no apprehension in the coyote, however, for he knew little of communication and nothing of relationships.
After stretching and standing up, Ithiel performed his daily ritual of stiffening his hair and straightening his appearance. He was both meticulous and utterly without vanity with regard to his appearance; his last bath had been only a night prior. He was quick out of his cave, having no duties with his horse to attend. The dusky hybrid had stalled her within the mansion's stables for just such a reason, and was glad to release Zedekiah alone and be off.
Alma's familiar abode was only a short walk away, and despite his elevated status, the drab-hued coyote stood politely outside of her door. His observation of awkward politeness impeccable, the hybrid called her name. Alma?
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