[ vocally, watching him descend to her level, she lets a groaning-whine. eager, acknowledgement, and she scoots nearer once his hands get lost to her fur, her ears falling back and head tilting up to appreciate the good rub down he's decided to give her. ]
It sounds like it must be quite a sight, pretty, [ uninterested in resisting the temptation to relish, she scoots even closer and kind of lowers further toward him to partially flop on his legs, drape over them, her head hanging upside down with light-hearted grumbles. ]
I wonder if the people there adapted to seeing the moon and sun less, since feeling and seeing them are naturally essential things. [ this consideration has her pausing herself in order to adjust upright, still wanting to stay close, but lifting her head now to peek at him. ]
You must miss it deeply. If it's your home, of course you would. [ there she goes to nudge her head under his arm, physical meaning for she's here and he's here and she won't let him stay in this feeling alone, or whatever it is he's feeling, since she could be mistaken. ] I miss mine, too, although it was destroyed long before I was brought to this place. I still don't know if there's anything left of it. I think it's good to miss where you originated from: it helps you to stay aware of who you are, or why you're striving ahead. Painful things are difficult, but not always bad. They teach us things, and fuel our fires. Don't you think so?
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It sounds like it must be quite a sight, pretty, [ uninterested in resisting the temptation to relish, she scoots even closer and kind of lowers further toward him to partially flop on his legs, drape over them, her head hanging upside down with light-hearted grumbles. ]
I wonder if the people there adapted to seeing the moon and sun less, since feeling and seeing them are naturally essential things. [ this consideration has her pausing herself in order to adjust upright, still wanting to stay close, but lifting her head now to peek at him. ]
You must miss it deeply. If it's your home, of course you would. [ there she goes to nudge her head under his arm, physical meaning for she's here and he's here and she won't let him stay in this feeling alone, or whatever it is he's feeling, since she could be mistaken. ] I miss mine, too, although it was destroyed long before I was brought to this place. I still don't know if there's anything left of it. I think it's good to miss where you originated from: it helps you to stay aware of who you are, or why you're striving ahead. Painful things are difficult, but not always bad. They teach us things, and fuel our fires. Don't you think so?