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Ooc: -- Catherine noticed that Dawali restarted to speak, so she turned to him, to pay attention, but she glanced once or twice to the pup besides her. Little Attila had already extinguished the fire, and Dawali relit it again, presented the food and started to play a flute. It looked to have happened all so quick. As the grayish woman wasn't that hungry, she could now turn her attention to the girl. So, all that she wanted was to see Bluma! She laughed once, by the hidden irony in all that situation, and whistled to the mare, not far away. The equine rose the head, ears up to her owner, and trotted quickly to where both females were. It might look so big for Noir, but Catherine wasn't worried. Bluma was very calm and easy-going. There was no danger for the kid.
Saw had been very silent until now, that even her forgot the black mamba was there, even Seymour, that now floated,dived and rose up again in the air, playfully. 'Stupid bird...', she thought, shaking her head and getting up, rubbing the equine's neck. She wandered about go dance, or not. At least, not now. Her and Bluma had conpromisse with the Aston girl. |
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