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He is fully enriched by his life beneath his parents, entirely unencumbered by the expectation of heirship or the ambition to usurp that right. He is innocent childhood, kindness and playfulness the ringing notes in most all he does. He bows at the frog who looks at him with mild curiosity and hops one step to a side, the pup following with a head waggle that was too utterly preposterous to come from someone of Heyel’s get, surely.
And the frog agreed, its neutral color turning a tinge of pastel sienna color, the color normally muddy and the color of confusion.
He guffawed, at least a moment, until a sound caught his attention and he spun like a startled fawn to look at who had caught him in this particularly unsanctimonious act. A gentle soul, at least in the initial years of his life, the thought of squishing something just to prove how big and bad he was just wasn’t in his particular cards.
“You is new.” he says, rather a bit more statement than question. His head tilts, eyes on an ear that seemed strange in it’s position. Also strange, there was a bit more of a muddy color about the young pup across from him than he was entirely used to. He was too young to know what his weaknesses in his little talent were, that it was not infallible. “We is friends?” he asks, then, curiosity piqued and never having met someone he could not call friend simply for a fondness of their colored fur or halo.
It would be more fun this way, he thinks. A friend he would not have to squish, nor that would be so hard to find the colors of-- though he could tell it would not be easy either. “Being friends would be most fun.”
He does not think that his mother’s way of speaking would cause any confusion, nor that a stranger is a threat. He does not think that there would be a mother and father with any pup that could be wandering outside the realms of his parents. It is a pup and he wished to play. No one questioned such small things with him as yet and it might be that even now nothing would be wrong.
His strangely colored head tilts the other way, “You is having a sleepy ear? I is liking it.” His paw raises then, folding his ear over and making a face of mild malcontentment when it too did not go back to sleep as his new friend’s did.
male | 0 years | 36 inches | 175 pounds | no betrothed | no destined | diveen
the aurora prince.
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