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Post by littlekreen on Oct 5, 2020 14:18:34 GMT -6
Flynn's third eyelid flit across then back as she flipped to hunter's sight. The little yellow speckles of her whelp through tall grass in blue shades made it easier to see when he was coming back. Children were ever bottomless pits of growth and Thebus, particularly so. The weaker one seemed to take after the humans more and ran hot with his magic just as wild but less feral once out of early whelping. The yellow speckles are seen through tall grass she eyed Thebus racing back from the tall grass. Probably having caught his quarry and heading back for more.
The two flat black eyes looked over at Molly, "I am thankful. I have dreamed of running through forests and other places that must be near that seem too dense and odd to be in this world. My astral myrmidon will refuse to shift me to another non-dreaming I think. Maybe it is just too hard to go to different real spaces unconsciously?"
Thebus arrives through the brush and Flynn rasps at him so he'll get his bearings, "RhRhRhRh! Anyhow, someone shoots it with an arrow every so often and I wake up. Do they shoot trespassers in the Fae realm? I'd shoot another mouse but I think Quinn is getting impatient"
Quinn peeped from underneath where Molly worked at hearing the sound that represented his name. His human eye orbited up to look though the one like Flynn's did not.
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