Cerulean Cape if i had a voice

In a bout of coincidence that happened so frequently in the world of collaborative writing, so he thought of her and so, she appeared, her shove both expected and unexpected all at once. His hide smarted where her teeth pinched, rounding on his fire-cloaked blood-kin with chomping teeth and a wagging tail, never mind that the two statements of body language contradicted each other. Stjornuati knew he should not have been surprised, but the ambushes of his sister were still a recent re-addition to his life. Surely their frequency would break him of such shock in the future.

You followed me, He accused in their language, stepping forward to butt his head against her shoulder, a rough nip following this. Wasting no time getting back to old habits, I see. Here, in these new lands, he welcomed the familiarity of it, welcomed the raging force that was Valmua. A sly grin that was reserved only for their mischief together, Stjornuati continued on his accusatory path. I bet you followed us out here to get away from all the boys trying to woo you and win your heart.