Duck Lake i am under the surface —?

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So close to dozing off, and with her security blanket of Oath behind her lounging too, Goose danced on the edge of consciousness... until an unfamiliar scent pushed itself upon her radar. With some hesitation, the pale dove rose to her feet, nervously looking about the lakeshore to find the source of the stranger, and also wondering just what she would do in response—

—until she lay eyes on 'her'. She was yet to see a damsel that matched her size and proportions, and deep down, the dove was inwardly thankful for someone she could maybe relate to. As per usual, the girl looked back towards her other half out of sheer extinct, waiting to gauge her reaction, but the russet was hardly bothered. Feeling reassured, and despite this not being her usual plan of action, Goose couldn't help but greet this almost familiar stranger.

"Hello."

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