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sobeille.
while to anyone else it must have looked to be the most disjointed and awkward greeting, to athalia it was star-crossed and ecstatic. the only noticeable thing which graced her resolute features was a widening of her pupils and the quiet thuds of her tail.
but sobeille seems unsure, maybe. perhaps athalia hadn't been nice or welcoming enough? she blows air from her nostrils as she flops submissively upon the ground, nearly half turned onto her back.
me need you, the bruingirl whispers, subconsciously glancing over her shoulder as if someone would come up behind them. we-- talk.
she crawls army-style across the barren trail, leaning up close to sobeille's muzzle with her own, hovering still in the air. she is hesitant, at first sitting silently in the coolness of the strangely intimate moment and listening only to the beat of sobeille's breath before she says:
i think somebody want to kill me.