Looking Over the Caminar

[neopanther]

He gave a further effortless laugh, though now, his bonded’’s over enthusiasm was affecting him again, but his laughter was at her inability to stand. “It’s like you’re drunk Sassie.” He smirked, he shifted behind her, placed his hands about her waist and slowly lowered her to the floor. Making sure it was a slow, but steady decent, He looked over at the gold female who approached, “She’s all yours Deoneth my queen.” He smiled, bowed once more, “Though I apologise for encouraging it.” He smiled graciously as he righted himself and slipped himself down into the expanse of emerald grass, that rippled in the wind like soft waves on the sea.

Xyruth hopped and skipped over to them, energy fizzling away within him making him incredibly vibrant within himself. Deoneth, yours does not look too well. She seems to be very... unbalanced. The obvious words were more to show his concern than anything else. He moved over to the female – now on the floor, gently nudged at her arm, something about Ez’ki’s disposition regarding this female let him feel as though he could do this, his attitude towards her, and the way he regarded her allowed his mind to accept her. The small blue voiced his opinions to both his bonded and the young queen Will she be okay?

Ez’ki replied shortly, I’m sure she’s okay, just a little dizzy. Xyr twirled upon himself, ecstatic once more, concern forgotten, he bugled loudly, and then decided he would reply to what Deoneth had said, I’m Sure of that! Mine and I will never be matched! Though yours and you will obviously be close behind. The blue added after his own brag, almost like a consolation prize.

[Xinnai]

Salina let Ez'ki guide her willingly, feeling the world still tilting sickeningly. Eyes were still closed as she grasped at the blades of grass, feeling like they were strands of nothing, like they would break with the slightest bit of pressure. Fingers dug into the ground as Deoneth come over, nuzzling at her shoulder.

"I guess it does seem like that," she murmured, a faint slurring of sound as her head continued to spin. The gold was crooning now, the sound directed toward the bluerider. No, she doesn't. Too much spinning. Deoneth watched carefully as her blue friend touched at her Mine, soothing her as she did. She liked Xyruth but her Mine was her Mine, and she watched carefully. She will be fine in a few minutes...

Deoneth sat next to the girl, allowing her to lean on her, face pressed to her smooth scales. Salina inhaled deeply, catching the smells of musk and oil. It was a comforting smell and helped to settle her. Close behind? Far ahead of you, I think! Tone was playful and teasing even as concern for her bonded wove through it.

[Xinnai]

(We'll we decided there's not much more we can do here...)

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