Though every inch of her fur rises to an impressive fluff, Sweetheart doesn't scream this time. She was expecting this, displeasing as it is--she got a couple pets in, she was hoping for more!
She knows how to fight, but more than anything, even beyond Monzun highly encouraging gentleness, warring against Ichor when cursed to be stunted and fragile taught her how to respond without attack directly.
Her other paw sweeps up to hover above his head in a motion like pouring water from a bottle, and glittering Holy Flies cascade down.
A small sense of Creature-concern-danger has Monzun finally shaken from distraction. They rise from their Temple and focus on where their Creature is apparently in trouble--oh, Sweetheart, they haven't been paying enough attention! They streak over (and streak swears in their thoughts) so fast they appear nearly without warning, Leash snapping to her. "What are you doing," they ask her exasperatedly, and after a long moment, "Lethys, greetings."
They survey the area and both Creatures. Did she destroy anything of his around here? Was she recently aflame?
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She knows how to fight, but more than anything, even beyond Monzun highly encouraging gentleness, warring against Ichor when cursed to be stunted and fragile taught her how to respond without attack directly.
Her other paw sweeps up to hover above his head in a motion like pouring water from a bottle, and glittering Holy Flies cascade down.
A small sense of Creature-concern-danger has Monzun finally shaken from distraction. They rise from their Temple and focus on where their Creature is apparently in trouble--oh, Sweetheart, they haven't been paying enough attention! They streak over (and streak swears in their thoughts) so fast they appear nearly without warning, Leash snapping to her. "What are you doing," they ask her exasperatedly, and after a long moment, "Lethys, greetings."
They survey the area and both Creatures. Did she destroy anything of his around here? Was she recently aflame?