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The Valley youth had never had a real friend before. His siblings were siblings, not friends—and anyway, he probably wouldn't even like them if he didn't have to. Mother would be really displeased if she found out Harlowe wasn't exactly a huge fan of his sisters; when King expressed his pleasure at having met Harlowe, the youth wondered if he had finally made a friend. He did not dare ask such a silly question aloud, however, and he merely smiled in return, wonder filling his jade-colored eyes. “It's okay. I'll see him again,” the youth said confidently. He was certain of this—even if they didn't find him today, Larkspur would show up eventually, and Harlowe would be able to learn about his family.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, turning himself around back toward the direction that they'd come from. “That's really generous of you,” the tawny-furred male said, the chocolate-tip of his tail wavering here and there. “If I want to come back just to visit you, is that okay, too?” he asked. It was sort of an indirect way of asking for friendship—or at least, Harlowe hoped it was. He wasn't certain how blatantly obvious he was being with such an inquiry, or how easily King might be able to see through it.
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