Hushed Willows I can sense you there, like a friend I've always known.
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In a featherlight voice, she repeated the word - magick. Sundance felt an excited stirring in his chest at her acknowledgement of the energy that surrounded them within that illuminated cavern, a contentment to know that he was not alone in his perception.

The druid lifted his crown, turned it again to point his muzzle curiously toward the sunset femme. Sundance watched for a quiet moment as she gazed downward toward the fading rippling of water at his alabaster paws, and offered a thin smile. "I'm Sundance," he offered in introduction, platinum lobes keen to hear her own.

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