1/27/2026, 11:21 PM
fa'liya keeps her pace easy, matching his stride without thinking too hard about it. the woods open a little as they move—thin birch giving way to darker stands where the wind cuts less sharp.
at his question, her ears tilt, thoughtful.
at his question, her ears tilt, thoughtful.
yes,she answers, after a beat.
a calf.she glances up at him then, blue meeting blue, gauging his reaction.
i am learning,she adds, quieter, as if that part matters most. her tail lifts a touch, confidence flickering there despite herself.
want to be useful.[/i]