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She hits the button to start it over for the beginning, and breathes out Prisca's first notes.
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Isabella grins when he comes in, and doesn't falter at all when he makes mistakes.
She reaches out and takes his hand.
She reaches out and takes his hand.
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Awwwwwwww.
They finish the mass hand in hand, a perfect fourth apart, him buoying her up while she soars.
At some point, her nearer wing has crept around to settle over his back.
They finish the mass hand in hand, a perfect fourth apart, him buoying her up while she soars.
At some point, her nearer wing has crept around to settle over his back.
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"Um, slightly less than that," says Isabella. "Wings are big - them accidentally touching people happens pretty often, and sometimes the most comfortable way to occupy a space involves less accidental contact. It's more like hand-holding than like rear-grabbing if you're not actually reaching out and petting my feathers."
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"Mmmmm," she hums. "Then - well - I can feel it. There's not a - a chart of what it all means anywhere."
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She shivers; her other wing flutters involuntarily, feathers shushing against the floor. "Mmmmm."
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Her wing pushes back. "That feels good," she sighs. "People told me - I didn't try it though -"
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Mm-hm.
After said while, Micaiah has a very happy pseudo-limp angel wrapped around him, and she murmurs, "I'm kinda hungry."
After said while, Micaiah has a very happy pseudo-limp angel wrapped around him, and she murmurs, "I'm kinda hungry."