when flying feels like falling
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Her gaze studied the clouds, captivated. Yet there was some other hidden sense growing beneath her ribs. Something wasn’t whole. Ryan wasn’t entirely content. She knew what would be the remedy, but it wasn’t something she could easily obtain. "Oh," she turned to catch the familiar stranger's words, "hey." She studied the unusual color along his muzzle, before remarking, "Oh, it’s lovely. A nice change from the dreariness we’ve seen lately."


The fingers that had coiled into her hair now feel gently to her side. She curiously studied the headphones around his neck, wondering what in the world their purpose was. "I’m Ryan," she introduced, offering a slender hand. "Ryan de le Poer. I don’t think I’ve actually met you."




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