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He gripped hold of her petite hand and allowed her to guide him upright again. He was just about to reply to her statement when a flash of lightning illuminated the room followed sharpy by the crash of thunder, loud and mind blowing. His eyes jumped to the window where the rain fell in sheets obscuring most of Thornberry from view. He came alive, the fire inside flaring, he loved storms, loved their wild savageness, it called to him inside. The thunder rolled and rumbled like a great mountainous beast that had been awoken.
He turned to Dalgina, a most childish excitement within his face. In his eyes he could see the lights more brightly and the shadows faded out into the darkness, the storm such a place of the oppression of the sun yet it made his spirit soar, the Sun Prince. ''Would you like to go outside?" Behind him his tail curled up tight in anticipation, the white appendage forming a spiral in the air.
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