It's a Strange World, After All - A mythical role play

Do you think I should stop making such long stories?

  • Yep, just stop.

    Votes: 2 13.3%
  • No, I enjoy it.

    Votes: 13 86.7%

  • Total voters
    15
( don't worry about it. Jabba isn't really big on details
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Lyra looked at Vivian after they had been stopped, curious about the other girl. She was trying to remember if she had seen her before or not. 



Vivian outstretched a small hand and said "I'm Vivian. Nice to meet you."



"Lyra, it's nice to meet you too"  The hawk said then smiled kindly 



Vivian, in her owl, said "Another hawk. I like those."



Lyra nodded and smiled "You are an owl?" She asked kindly, curious about her too. 



Vivian nodded happily, and started pruning her massive wings.

At Vivian's silence, Reptar finally broke his. "Yes, Lyra. I believe she is an Eurasian owl. Who doesn't seem keen on conversation. So if you'll excuse us, we'll just be on our way. Nice seeing you again. Good day."
 
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At Vivian's silence, Reptar finally broke his. "Yes, Lyra. I believe she is an Eurasian owl. Who doesn't seem keen on conversation. So if you'll excuse us, we'll just be on our way. Nice seeing you again. Good day."
Vivian flew away, a bit hurt by his forward way of telling her she was bad at conversing.
 
Lyra was confused at the owl's behavior then frowned, wondering if she had wanted to talk to Reptar alone? Maybe, but that was still an odd way to act. She shook her head then looked to Reptar again "I looked in the throne room for the queen before, she wasn't there then. Do you think she would be there now?" Subject change, that was good.
 
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Vivian went outside and transformed into a human again, fighting back tears. Her spirits were weak, and Reptar hadn't helped.

Leydren landed and shifted to her human form. "Vivian, you must understand, that's just who he is. I've known Reptar all my life. It had nothing to do with you." She said softly.
 

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