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Microscopic slivers of frost and debris were plucked from the damp crevices betwixt his toes during the time he was being approached; it was the misplaced crunch of stamped snow that betrayed an otherwise remarkable silence. His head turned sharply to behold the unknown apparition and his tender forepaws were discarded in a moment of tentative alarm only to have recognition bloom on his face the moment his eyes adapted to the blinding light of a solar flare.

To see her mahogany crown was to illicit the nervous, birdlike fluttering of his heart...the likes of which were quelled only by the squelching of a nervous gasp. "Nuata!" he hailed to keep with his promise of which name he'd recall her by. Ariston knew not of what had brought her to him this day, or if she was even aware of his identity at the beginning of her approach, but the brightness of his expression hinted that he was glad to see her all the same.

set by Emy