((Naevia is only around four in this
one.))
“You're all so cute!” The orange sylvari darted
around, hugging the little cubs.
“Wait!” One cub called
out as she reached for a particularly fluffy-looking black kit.
“Don't touch her! She'll shock you!”
“Really?!” The
sylvari looked at the kit.
Naevia's large blue eyes, sad and
dejected, flicked between her fahrar mate and the strange sylvari.
The whole fahrar was surprised when the sylvari touched a finger to
her paw despite the warning. Especially when the sylvari giggled at
the static spark she received, scooping up the delighted kit in a
hug. “You're funny!”
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