Dragoncrest Cliffs i was born a dreamer

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Arlo responds to her question that he was, indeed, awake though the groggy undertones of his voice led her to believe that it wasn’t entirely true. It was almost enough to make her feel bad but not enough simply because she assumed he hadn’t been entirely asleep (as unaware as she was about that particularly fact sort of being her fault). The thought did cross her mind that perhaps she should let him to his sleep but she bid it back, for now. She watched as he peeked a golden eye open at her and then another and her ears smoothed down to linger at half mast against the crown of her skull for a few seconds before they perked, alert. As he stared at her she returned the favor, clenching her jaw for a moment as she studied him, shifting her weight ever so slightly. “I was wondering if you're up for a little adventure?” She asked him smoothly in the next few seconds, breaking the silence that followed his response to her first question; after a few seconds a smirk began to tug at the corners of her lips. “But, I mean, if you’d rather get your beauty sleep then don’t let me keep you from it.” The warrior princess teased him.

Eske didn’t often let her humor show (and frankly she wasn’t sure what inspired her to tease him in the first place); mostly those kind of teasing jabs were saved for her siblings. As it was, Arlo was not her sibling and she was aware of that. Perhaps a little too aware of it and there was no telling how he’d react to her playful gibe at him but she went out on the limb as fearlessly as she did anything, really (which was bound to get her into trouble at some point in her life).

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