the world we know won't come back

Myrika Tears · 05-22-2012, 07:08 AM

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(--) NO U ARCHIVE

Myrika is by Alaine!

The tawny hybrid's muzzle jerked to the ground with the coyote's sharpness, but this was only to conceal a smile. Her tail still wagged, and turquoise eyes looked up to steal another gaze at Vesper, shrugging a very small shrug and struggling to make her smile go away. Whatever you'd prefer, if you'd call me something, she said. This was not meant in indifference, but truly, so long as it was a term of endearment, she didn't think she'd much mind anything Vesper tried to call her.

Her scarred Optio spoke of educating the Infernian youth and the redhead nodded, reluctant but perfectly understanding of duty. The smile -- she'd finally shoved it away -- reappeared with a vengeance, and she almost giggled. This. That was a funny way of putting it, but the flaxen coyote found it funny more than anything else. Seriousness fell across her face as Vesper spoke again, and Myrika nodded. Okay, she said, still too dazed to ask when or where or ascertain anything else about their next meeting -- a decision sure to haunt her.

Busy -- I can't do a thing right now; I'd collapse into giggles or grins, she thought. Still, she squeezed the other coyote's hands and sighed a tiny contented sound as Vesper stepped away, returning the greeting with another tiny smile. See you later, she called, realizing as the words left her mouth it was a silly thing to say.

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