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[Stellaria]

Although Stellaria is mildly disappointed that he cannot show her his skills with flying right this moment, it is a fleeting emotion. There’s enough of a rational mind in her to understand that this is how it works - he is young, he will learn. And it is hard to dwell on disappointment when he showcases them for him - greedy eyes rapt as he unfurls those wings, as the wind catches the feathers there, and her eyes dance to take in every movement, no matter how small. There’s a small, almost involuntary step forward and her muzzle itches with the desire to touch them. To see what is softer - the feathers or that thin line of his mouth. But she refrains from these innocent curiosities for now, losing herself instead to the daydreams of the sky. “One day, I’ll have wings too.” She is not sure how that will happen, but there’s a weight to her words - a certainty. A dream she will ensure happens. And that weight is there still in the words that follow as those vibrant blue eyes shift back to his face - dancing along the myriad of colours there. “You’ll teach me when I do.” A smile then, and she does not look away from his face again. “I’m Stellaria.”

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