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Grass-green eyes regard the peach-golden glow of the rising sun, a hiccoughing call barking across the rolling hills.
A blue head turns, facing golden-green eyes to the last dying light of the day, an incongruously high, thin howl drifting into the dark.
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Reviving this domain. Content soon to come – patience! – Ssthisto
Gift art for Syrinoth
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This was done on a Saturday morning while chatting with DOPR about various things dragony and non.
And bells on her toes, she shall make music whereever she goes.
