Wolf RPG

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"you hit de water hard," she observed. "you might sting tomorrow." but she showed him quickly. it was the size of her paw-pad, and less utilitarian than she had meant. but it was beautiful.
"like de moon," mireille mumbled, and rolled it toward bartholomew's soaked foot. "will she be likin' dat, do ya t'ink?"

he could hardly think about tomorrow when presented with the pearl.

whatever pain he may wake with would be well worth it for this. he was flabbergasted as he gazed upon it. round and shiny. like the moon, as she had said!

if she does not then perhaps it is not meant to be... his voice was small, but filled with awe. he was not a man meant to treasure the material world, but he welcomed it all the same.

are you sure i can take this?

she had worked so hard for it!

"take it, i will only t'row it back into de sea if you do not, bart'olomew," mireille said with a ruddy smile. the pearl was his, and she was happy to have found it.
"best get back up," she told him. "de tide will come in an' dis place will be covered." they were sea-dwellers, each of them, but there was no need to tempt the ocean.

fade? <3

she was kind, she was generous.

he thought of how much she was like the ocean. a thought that left him bashful.

he nodded softly, scooping up the pearl to keep it safe before they began their journey back to safety.

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Mireille

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Mireille

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