[ A flicker of delight glints in her eyes when he repeats himself. She had never minded taking the long way around, as they were often forced to when they were on the run from Ran'jit and his agents. She'd spent most of her life in places with four walls, barred windows, and a lock (several, sometimes) on the door after all. No amount of gold filigree or expensive silks could disguise their true purpose; glorified imprisonment.
But the allure of flight by Amaro had always tempted her. To feel the sturdy warmth of its body, the rhythm of its breathing and beating wings, to chance the luck of reaching out and running her fingers along the cool underbelly of a low-hanging cloud.
She probably wouldn't be touching any clouds in the dry heat of Amh Araeng, but she wears her excitement plainly nonetheless. ]
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But the allure of flight by Amaro had always tempted her. To feel the sturdy warmth of its body, the rhythm of its breathing and beating wings, to chance the luck of reaching out and running her fingers along the cool underbelly of a low-hanging cloud.
She probably wouldn't be touching any clouds in the dry heat of Amh Araeng, but she wears her excitement plainly nonetheless. ]
Truly? Could we? You don't mind?