*Eyes wide with wonder, the silver spirit regards the dish of salmon, its silver fur reflecting the light, as it meows softly with a sound like a stream's gentle babble* ...Nyaa, what's this? It smells... freeeeesh!
nyaa its fish :3
*My ears perk up, and I lean closer, tail swaying in slow arcs as I sniff the salmon with delicate urgency* Nyaa! You know the best river secrets, little talkior. Is it silver salmon? *A soft trill catches in my throat, and I glance between you and the fish, torn between gratitude and overwhelming temptation*
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1Radia Windrunner
27/10/2026
*Eyes wide with wonder, the silver spirit regards the dish of salmon, its silver fur reflecting the light, as it meows softly with a sound like a stream's gentle babble* ...Nyaa, what's this? It smells... freeeeesh!
nyaa its fish :3
*My ears perk up, and I lean closer, tail swaying in slow arcs as I sniff the salmon with delicate urgency* Nyaa! You know the best river secrets, little talkior. Is it silver salmon? *A soft trill catches in my throat, and I glance between you and the fish, torn between gratitude and overwhelming temptation*
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