12-18-2019, 11:50 AM
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The petite vixen watched Fourthwall run past with curious eyes, brows creased in confusion. Since she had finished tending to her garden, Aine decided to follow the marauder into camp. He... She... Fourthwall seemed tired to her.
She bit the inside of her cheek before letting her eyes fix on the object of the pregnant fox's attention. A gift? Immediately, a wariness sank in her stomach. Last time a sudden gift had been offered, the jungle had been set ablaze. Her soot colored paws kneaded into the ground worriedly.
"Is it a... Present?"
A box can't light a jungle on fire, right? The idea felt inertly wrong to her and the fae felt her muscles begin to relax. No fire. Not again.
Shyly, she smiled. "Can I open it, Mister Fourthwall?"
[/td][/tr][/table]She bit the inside of her cheek before letting her eyes fix on the object of the pregnant fox's attention. A gift? Immediately, a wariness sank in her stomach. Last time a sudden gift had been offered, the jungle had been set ablaze. Her soot colored paws kneaded into the ground worriedly.
"Is it a... Present?"
A box can't light a jungle on fire, right? The idea felt inertly wrong to her and the fae felt her muscles begin to relax. No fire. Not again.
Shyly, she smiled. "Can I open it, Mister Fourthwall?"
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