INSPIRATION GETTING HARD TO FAKE IT ☆ return from capture

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V E L I N E

Do you walk in the meadow of spring?
Do you talk to the animals?

Aveline had spent part of the flight crying, the other in stunned exhausted silence. The ride had been nauseating, being carried that high through the air. She was grateful to return to the ground, bumping her head against the dragon and wincing as the bell ran out. She watched as he slumped forward and let out a pitiful mew, slowly trudging towards him and curling against his leg. She wouldn't react with more than an ear flick, eyes squeezed shut as she sat there, burnt out. 

//sorry its short, low muse

— Reggan