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Mun Day Questions! ;;; Do you have any pets (Or animals that you want as a pet)? Any stories behind them? :D

I do! I have two dogs, a German Shepard-Lab mix and an Australian Cattle Dog-Lab mix! Both were rescues and, despite differing energy levels, get along great!

My wife also has a cat, who mostly keeps to herself, but is known to play with the dogs by swatting at them from a perch as they run by!

Don't tell the cat, but I prefer the dogs!

Olive was our first rescue, Australian Cattle Dog mix, and was completely trained! Low energy, but loves fetch and getting chased around, doing the classic "zoomy" circle with butt low to the ground and wild eyes!

Luna, our second, high energy rescue, has zero personal space. She will climb into your lap, all 60lbs of her, and lean against you while panting like she just ran a mile. Thankfully, just about anything will pull her interest and have her chasing it, for all of about ten seconds lol. She is also very "if you have it I want it" centric with toys and treats, so whenever Olive gets a toy out, she must have that one!

So I distinctly remember there being a notification the night before for activity on tumblr. In fact, I see the reblog in question. But, for some unknown reason, it doesn't appear in my activity feed.

I'm losing my mind people, help.

Kaleh'a took the opportunity that her pause and turn offered to leap up onto a nearby root, tight walking across it as he hummed thoughtfully, her question surprising him. Clearly she had experienced Gridania in a totally different way than he had, hopping down besides her as he gave her a wan smile. "Believe me, I'm happy to hear you didn't experience what I did. Could be because I was an archer, and fell into the stereotype."

He paused, his gaze drifting, and then wiggling his ears as he murmured, "Moon Keepers hunt without care under the trees, killing more than they should, and upsetting the balance of the forest. They are hated for that, for their part in upsetting this beautiful environment."

He let out a heavy sigh walking around slowly, and realizing he had accidentally circled her, giving her another smile, a little warmer. "When I came here, I was shunned. I couldn't find work, only the most menial of tasks offered. My bow and quiver were regarded with hatred, and I would have starved if someone hadn't taken me in." His eyes softened slightly, his voice warmer. "Miounne found me outside the inn, without a coin to my name, unable to purchase shelter during one of the more violent storms. She forced me into an inn room, and told me to stay there and warm up, and that it was mine until I could pay for it. She set me up with the archer's guild, then the Twin Adders, and suddenly...I had a chance."

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he stretched up onto his tip-toes, before dropping back onto his heels. "I was able to pay that debt back two fold in a month, and still rent out a room to this day. It warms my tail that you didn't experience any of that!"

He gave her a true smile, his ears wiggling, tail flicking, and eyes gleaming as he stepped a tiny bit closer, then remembered, and took a full step back. "Well, good news, I don't hear angry Ziz following us anymore!"

They had been walking in silence through the Shroud for quite some time before he had taken the opportunity to begin his curious inquiries. Cyra had been enjoying the quiet walk, and had almost forgotten that he had been trailing behind her. That is, if the loud crunching of forest debris hadn't been bringing her attention back to him every few seconds. She had a single ear turned toward him the whole time. It was entirely subconscious, but if there was one thing her mentor had taught her, it's that one couldn't be too careful around others.

She responded to his question and observation with the turn of a head, and a short grin. At the mention of his introduction to the city-state, it warranted more than just a silent gesture of attention. She stopped for a moment, turning to look at him in concern when he spoke of the poor standing that their kind had with the gentle souls of Gridania.

"Clearly I've been living under a log," she chuckled. "What cause for fear do Gridanian's have for Moon Keepers?"

Cyra truly had no clue the kind of dealings that her people had with them. Granted, she hadn't been very educated about her own people either. Living most of her life in a Garlean Castrum would do that to her.

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13th-dragon-prince--[Prior]

[...]Tip-tap-tip went the claws along the scaffold of the bridge, Tap-tip-tap did the talons sound as the curious dragonkin was on the otherside of the man, looking at him from a new angle, eying the item before finally thinking to attempt to voice the observations. “Bryn knows more than most Homa, Hunts with eyes of La’Mellae…” He paused and clasped his hands behind his back to walk in the way he’d once seen the soldier do - it wasn’t a mockery but a genuine attempt even if he didn’t really get it - pursing dark lips he once more gave that strangely learned smile; “So… here we are to play?” To find the chase, one that would not pounce kindly from trees.

Bryn heard every little noise behind him, the chittering pleasure, the rumble of pleasure, and with a glance back, the ear wiggles that had the Sergeant's eyes crinkling with amusement, before he focused on the bridge and stepped up onto it. Featherflame, meanwhile, gave a concerned noise as Whill grinned at her, the rows of sharp teeth not boding well for the chocobo's survival, but thankfully, Whillow chose to follow Bryn instead of turning the skittish bird into a meal, leaving her to wander near the water's edge in search of food.

Bryn did miss the hopping back and forth, even if he heard it, until the gecko was caught up, even bouncing in front of him as he chittered and smiled, Bryn watching him flip around and walk backwards, meeting his silver eyes with his own as he noted the coordination, watching his tail for a moment in how it helped him walk even then, and wondering idly what that was like. Those curious eyes fell to his rifle, and for a moment, the soldier thought he saw something besides curiosity, an emotion he couldn't place with how fast it was gone, tilting the barrel up and away as he removed his left hand from the under-barrel and reached down to his hip. Pulling free a long bladed knife from its sheath, he flipped it in his hand, angling towards his barrel end, and snapping it onto the wooden frame, under the barrel where an indent lay to hold the knife's cross-guard firmly, a makeshift bayonet now locked in place when they reached halfway, the soldier growing more and more serious as they grew closer to the spire.

His motions seemed to have caught the attention of the Au Ra, the half-dragon changing positions and looking closer, Bryn hefting the rifle and holding it one handed for a moment, in a way Whillow could see as he checked it carefully for any damage, feeling the pulse of aether within it. It was something he never understood about the old, lost tech rifle. All it needed was a small primer of aether, and then after that, it drew it in, forming a round once every few seconds that could be fired with a squeeze of the trigger. He could make it go faster, if he wanted, pushing aether into it to speed the process, but it was draining, and Bryn was no conjurer or white mage with deep pools of aether, just a simple Hyur who had just enough latent power to rapid fire ten rounds if he needed.

The gecko's words caught his interest, and he eyed him with a curious expression, raising an eyebrow as he mulled over the unknown word. Hunts with eyes of something-not-in-common. The question rose without hesitation, his voice calm but interested in learning more. Perhaps this was what Whillow was, not Au Ra, but Lah-Mell-Ae. "What is that?" Although he chose to answer Whill's question first, nodding as he brought the rifle back into a ready position, across his chest, butt of the stock at his right shoulder, and barrel diagonal across his chest down towards his left hip. "And yes, we are here to hunt. We are here to hunt a dragon."