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Continuing on, the wayward sprite gave a soft ‘hum’ to his words? Finding the baritone of his accent soothing. She gave pause, her muzzle sweeping downwards as the sharp scent of something stirred her hackles. Porcupine, her mind determined, and her lips peeled back to reveal her disgust. Her eyes darted to her companion, quietly indicating to him of the pesky critters potential presence before continuing. 

With an idle flick lick of her ear, the sylph blew out a gentle breath, the curl of her lip revealing the beginning of a slow smile. Your accent. It’s beautiful.