[they absolutely were not gentlemanly. he hated to leave her, but she couldn't stay. not here, not yet.
the whelp whines a bit but gives a cute little wave of her paw. clearly intelligent, she chips goodbye, goodbye! at her kin, scales gleaming in the light. maybe being around her own kind, if much smaller, would do her good. maybe she would remember herself, her true self, the eternal servant of a proud man.]
Take care, Kisara. And don't hesitate to come find me.
[he tries to mirror how a blue-eyes should be: head held high, shoulders back, chest out.]
I'll never turn away my Blue-Eyes. You're too precious.
[...but maybe he would also have to be taught not to treat her like just another trophy.]
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the whelp whines a bit but gives a cute little wave of her paw. clearly intelligent, she chips goodbye, goodbye! at her kin, scales gleaming in the light. maybe being around her own kind, if much smaller, would do her good. maybe she would remember herself, her true self, the eternal servant of a proud man.]
Take care, Kisara. And don't hesitate to come find me.
[he tries to mirror how a blue-eyes should be: head held high, shoulders back, chest out.]
I'll never turn away my Blue-Eyes. You're too precious.
[...but maybe he would also have to be taught not to treat her like just another trophy.]