Winter took off again, fluttering excitedly between the pair.
"Yes! I've missed this very much!" he said, circling the Phouka, then
landing on his shoulder while he watched Keats trot over to Willy to beg
for scraps.
The dog made a sad sound, and Winter wilted as he fluttered closer.
"Oh, I'm sure he hasn't." he told the dog, who whimpered again and lay
down.
"I don't think he's left forever. ...Oh, I'm sure you're a very good guide
dog. I'd let you guide me anywhere."
Winter happily chatted with Keats for a little while, before fluttering
back up to Phouka's shoulder.
"He misses the blind mortal," Winter said. "The zombie."
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Date: 2015-11-22 03:07 am (UTC)Winter took off again, fluttering excitedly between the pair.
"Yes! I've missed this very much!" he said, circling the Phouka, then landing on his shoulder while he watched Keats trot over to Willy to beg for scraps.
The dog made a sad sound, and Winter wilted as he fluttered closer.
"Oh, I'm sure he hasn't." he told the dog, who whimpered again and lay down.
"I don't think he's left forever. ...Oh, I'm sure you're a very good guide dog. I'd let you guide me anywhere."
Winter happily chatted with Keats for a little while, before fluttering back up to Phouka's shoulder.
"He misses the blind mortal," Winter said. "The zombie."