[But he keeps saying things that sound beautiful to her. The sight of silver grass in the moonlight from wyvern-back in the night. Stars on a night sky across the ebony of her tail. Even if she was instinctively uncomfortable with presences lingering near her rump, she has learned... not to mind him (certainly not... in certain situations), and he survives what others wouldn't. It was, however, somewhat impractical to keep wearing it there on the daily and asking him to tie it neatly all the time. It will probably end up on her wrist or wrapped around her quiver most days. But today...
She is blushing more noticeably, looking over her shoulder at him in the clothing she had painstakingly searched for and picked out for him.]
There is... One more thing. That I prepared.
[Something that is making her tail twitch vaguely upward.]
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[But he keeps saying things that sound beautiful to her. The sight of silver grass in the moonlight from wyvern-back in the night. Stars on a night sky across the ebony of her tail. Even if she was instinctively uncomfortable with presences lingering near her rump, she has learned... not to mind him (certainly not... in certain situations), and he survives what others wouldn't. It was, however, somewhat impractical to keep wearing it there on the daily and asking him to tie it neatly all the time. It will probably end up on her wrist or wrapped around her quiver most days. But today...
She is blushing more noticeably, looking over her shoulder at him in the clothing she had painstakingly searched for and picked out for him.]
There is... One more thing. That I prepared.
[Something that is making her tail twitch vaguely upward.]
Do... you wish to see it?