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she paints an elaborate portrait in his mind of what the beach looks like in his mind, with a far-away shine to her gaze, he notes. crashing waves, wing, shimmering sands and water. to kiss the stars ...he wonders what its like. you make it sound like a place you'd find in a fairytale, he tells her with a small laugh and a wistful sway of his tail. some place exciting and magical; a place that he feels his lackluster imagination that would pale should he ever get the chance to see it for himself.

oh, i'm definitely curious, he assures her. i'm afraid my imagination probably doesn't capture it. he grins and offers a sheepish roll of his broad shoulders. might have to take you up on it. he teases, flirtatiously — even if atausiq doesn't realize thats what he's doing — emboldened by the playful twinkle he notices in her gaze.