At first sight of her, Dalmatia's grin spreads across her face, even though they lived so close, they had worlds of their own going on — sometimes, in Dal's spells, she felt planets away from them all. But today, nor any few days before, was like that. No, she'd been on this planet with them, with him, her paws securely placed to the ground. Not that she didn't have her head in the clouds from time to time — but right now, she is with her sister. Her playful and sweet sister.
Oh... Is that so?She hummed softly in return, pursing her lips and finding her paw underneath her chin, as if in deep thought,
Hmmm....Her gaze found Euphemia's golden eyes, reminding her of when the sun made its curtain call bowing over the horizon for the moon's encore,
That's right! Phia.The spotted woman's own tongue popped out,
Phiaaaaaa.She teased, unable to hold back a soft giggle, a noise that could make even the old crack a smile.
Dal popped back a pace, leaning down on her front paws, her rump lifted, demonstrating a clean bow-play form. As if they were children about to roughhouse once more. The elk pelt slips up a little and she shivers, picking herself back up, keeping a smile on her lips,
C'mon... Wanna take a walk with me?Her eyes sparkled — to be fair, a walk, a race, a dance in the snow, was all the same to Dalmatia. It didn't matter, as long as she and her sister were together.
