With a quick tuck of her hair behind her ear, Pyra leans down, dipping her head to place a kiss upon the bird Lup had signaled. Tender, warmly, but respectful, she does not linger with the kiss placed. It is meant to be wholesome and honoring.
She does not know who this bird is, or who this bird's companions are, but she loves them too all the same-- and loves how they mean so much to Lup. Enough so that she wishes to hear more of their story.
Pulling away, Pyra resumes with her fingers tangling into Lup's long and fiery-orange hair, picking up where she had last left the braid. ] What is this bird's name?
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With a quick tuck of her hair behind her ear, Pyra leans down, dipping her head to place a kiss upon the bird Lup had signaled. Tender, warmly, but respectful, she does not linger with the kiss placed. It is meant to be wholesome and honoring.
She does not know who this bird is, or who this bird's companions are, but she loves them too all the same-- and loves how they mean so much to Lup. Enough so that she wishes to hear more of their story.
Pulling away, Pyra resumes with her fingers tangling into Lup's long and fiery-orange hair, picking up where she had last left the braid. ] What is this bird's name?