Night Sky was more a nocturnal creature anyway. Didn't make for ideal hunting, but the creatures of Caldera didn't abide by the laws of most realms. They'd get something one way or another.
"It's good to see you, too." She smiled and stepped closer, the dogs on her heels, sniffing around the campsite. They smelled cats. Multiple cats. The dryad opened her arms for a hug from the Astartes. "Melinoë? Ooh. Sounds like someone has a giiiirlfriend."
It didn't matter if they caught something or not, to Gadriel. He just wanted to see her and know she was, well, all right.
He was surprised by the hug--he had wanted one, but didn't want to press, to ask her, so he just folded his arms around her, careful of her antlers, with a soft sigh.
He blushed at her teasing tone. "I think you would like her. She is very strong willed." Like...he had no choice. Once she decided things would happen...that was it.
Things had been odd because he was stupid and prideful, and he was upset that it took something that hurt her so much to bring them back to talking together.
He released her a little from the hug--she probably wanted to, you know, breathe--looking down at her. "You would like her very much. She is very brave and I have put her through a great deal." Like dying, like having her rescue him from the healers. "You look...like summer." He's learning seasons, slowly, and she did look like the embodiment of the season, flowers strewn over her body and antlers.
He wasn't the only one. Night Sky didn't want to lose any friendships if it could be avoided, though.
"We always put the people we love through a lot more than we plan to." She said with a knowing smile. "You missed my antlers falling off and growing back in." She chuckled. "The flowers always match the season. Soon I'll be brown and red."
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"It's good to see you, too." She smiled and stepped closer, the dogs on her heels, sniffing around the campsite. They smelled cats. Multiple cats. The dryad opened her arms for a hug from the Astartes. "Melinoë? Ooh. Sounds like someone has a giiiirlfriend."
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He was surprised by the hug--he had wanted one, but didn't want to press, to ask her, so he just folded his arms around her, careful of her antlers, with a soft sigh.
He blushed at her teasing tone. "I think you would like her. She is very strong willed." Like...he had no choice. Once she decided things would happen...that was it.
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Night Sky grinned as she leaned back to look up at him. "Yeah? Sounds like your kind of girl. I'm happy for you, big guy!"
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He released her a little from the hug--she probably wanted to, you know, breathe--looking down at her. "You would like her very much. She is very brave and I have put her through a great deal." Like dying, like having her rescue him from the healers. "You look...like summer." He's learning seasons, slowly, and she did look like the embodiment of the season, flowers strewn over her body and antlers.
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"We always put the people we love through a lot more than we plan to." She said with a knowing smile. "You missed my antlers falling off and growing back in." She chuckled. "The flowers always match the season. Soon I'll be brown and red."