Did we just become best friends!?

The gills did not hurt or itch, and Iskra might have forgotten they were even there if not for the fact he could feel them, like any other part of his body. So when Otem blew on them and the frills quivered, just brushing his nerve endings, he shivered. "Hey, that's a good idea!" he remarked jovially, utterly unaware of the myriad of thoughts just reeling through her head about their relationship or the implications of referring to someone as a rank belonging to a herd now demolished. "Have you seen any of them?" he asked, turning back around to face her after giving himself a proper shake off. "I've only found my brother and nephew, and now you!" He flashed her a typical (well not typical since coming to the Rift) mega-watt smile, a display not only of his natural born inclination to joy, but also the fact he relished her company. It probably helped that they had some common ground in the sands, something that tied him to familiarity in this foreign place. "Yanno, we should probably try and get as much of the herd back together as we can. It'd be safer." He nodded knowingly, despite only essentially repeating things he'd heard Zekle say, or in the past, his mother. "C'mon, stay with me, I don't want to lose you!" he cried out with sudden excitement, a plan starting to form, a goal besides miserable wandering and sobbing. His feathers flared faintly, dampened, as he turned and began to run off, looking back over his shoulder at her. "I'll race ya!" he challenged, not having a true destination in mind, no finish line. Just an invitation to keep having fun, to stick together, to go do. {fade to black} Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more

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yea :D I'd love to thread them again <3
@Otem