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/    @medicmixers oh wow :( thank u for tell me. i'll reply to u in a bit

@twoshoe 
            
            //; i think wattpad is suppressing announcements again 

you thought they would be dog sized? [ kit jokes, smiling as he holds the reins of the large creature. he nods in approval, ] it’s very much allowed, even encouraged, i’d argue. [ he gestures his head forward, ] try placing your hand on his snout. 

ᵈᵉᵃʳ        ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⠀        ,                  ݂۫@berkbornᣟ݂ ̣̣  ❞⃘
            ꒰      the  princess  had  gone  still  the  way  she  does  sometimes—    not  from  fear  exactly,    just  from  not  knowing  yet  what  something  is.    her  eyes  moved  over  the  dragon  slowly,    taking  in  the  scale  of  it,    the  texture,    the  way  it  breathed.    she  had  read  about  them.    this  was  different.      ꒱      they’re  bigger  in  person.      ꒰      she  said  it  quietly,    almost  to  herself.    penelope's  hand  lifted  just  slightly  at  her  side,    that  old  instinct,    the  one  that  made  birds  land  on  her  without  asking.    she  held  it  there,    uncertain  for  once.      ꒱     can  i ..      ꒰      she  glanced  at  the  male.      ꒱      is  that  allowed?
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ᵈᵉᵃʳ        ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⠀        ,              ݂۫@medicmixers݂ ̣̣  ❞⃘
            ꒰      penelope  looked  up  at  that.    she  hadn’t  realized  she’d  been  that  obvious  or  maybe  she  had  &  hadn’t  thought  he  was  paying  close  enough  attention.    he’d  barely  looked  up  from  his  notes.      ꒱      that’s ..    not  why.      ꒰      she  said  it  quietly,    a  little  caught  off  guard  by  her  own  honesty.      ꒱      i  don’t  think  of  you  like  that.    i  really  don’t.      ꒰      she  shifted  in  her  seat,    fingers  finding  the  strap  of  her  bag  before  she  made  herself  let  go.    old  habit.    her  hand  settled  in  her  lap  instead  &  she  looked  back  at  the  elixir,    still  glowing  faintly  among  his  things.    it  was  easier  than  looking  at  him.    easier  than  explaining  why  the  word  healing  had  landed  somewhere  it  had  no  business  landing.      ꒱      i  just  think  it’s  a  good  thing  to  know  how  to  do.      ꒰      the  princess  said  it  carefully,    like  she  was  still  deciding  how  much  of  the  truth  that  was.      ꒱      making  something  that  actually  fixes  things.    not  just  like,    covers  them.      ꒰      her  fingers  drifted  to  her  necklace  without  thinking.    just  for  a  second.    penelope  dropped  her  hand  before  she  could  think  too  hard  about  why.      ꒱      do  you  ever  wonder ..    maybe?    just  maybe!  if  there  are  things  it  can’t  reach?
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well , yes . it is for something good . i can tell
            that surprises you .     * aether fully turned to
            her . he slightly tilted his head to the side ,
            like he was finally observing her instead of
            the books that he had in front of them . 
            but that didn't last long — he looked back
            at his books . *     what can it fix ? physical
            sounds for the most part . cuts , burns . i'm 
            trying for bruises as well , but i haven't gotten
            to that point just yet . why do you ask ?

ᵈᵉᵃʳ        ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⠀        ,           ݂۫@medicmixersᣟ݂ ̣̣  ❞⃘
            ꒰      the  princess  hadn’t  meant  to  linger  &  yet  here  she  was,    shifting  her  weight  from  one  foot  to  the  other,    her  bag  still  hanging  off  her  shoulder  like  she’d  only  stopped  for  a  second.    the  elixir  caught  the  light  again  and  she  watched  it  the  way  you  watch  something  that  doesn’t  quite  make  sense  yet.      ꒱      healing.      ꒰      she  said  it  quietly,    something  shifting  behind  her  eyes.    she  wasn’t  sure  why  the  word  landed  the  way  it  did —    somewhere  soft  and  a  little  too  close.      ꒱      so  all  of  that—    the  formula,    the  ingredients ..    it’s  for  something  good.    ꒰      she  pulled  out  the  chair  across  from  him  slowly,    not  quite  sitting,    just  resting  her  hand  on  the  back  of  it.    like  she  was  asking  permission  without  asking.      ꒱    what  makes  them  harsh?      ꒰      a  beat.    smaller,    almost  to  herself.      ꒱      &  what  can  it  fix?    if  you  don't  mind  me  asking?
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ᵈᵉᵃʳ        ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⠀        ,  ݂۫@propheticdreamssᣟ݂ ̣̣  ❞⃘
            ꒰      penelope  hadn’t  meant  to  say  it  out  loud.    she  rarely  did.      ꒱      oh—    nothing.      ꒰      a  small  pause,    her  eyes  finding  the  girl  beside  her  properly  for  the  first  time.    something  about  her  was  very  still.    the  kind  of  still  that  made  you  want  to  lower  your  voice.      ꒱      sorry,    i  didn’t  realize  anyone  was  there.
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@twoshoe
            Cosmo nodded" thats him", he gently grabbed him , letting the crab settle on his shoulder" Nice to meet you penelope...im cosmo"

ᵈᵉᵃʳ        ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⠀        ,           ݂۫@clumsyprinceᣟ݂ ̣̣  ❞⃘
            ꒰      penelope  hadn’t  even  noticed  him  arrive.    one  moment  her  hands  were  empty,    and  the  next—    there  he  was.    small  and  red  and  entirely  unbothered,    settled  into  her  palms  like  it  was  the  most  natural  thing  in  the  world.      ꒱      oh ..      ꒰      a  soft  laugh,    more  breath  than  sound.      ꒱      —is  this  him?      ꒰      she  turns  her  hands  toward  cosmo  carefully,    the  crab  shifting  with  a  kind  of  dignified  reluctance,    one  claw  raised.    she’d  learned  not  to  question  it—    the  way  animals  found  her.    cats  on  windowsills.    birds  on  low  branches.    she  never  reached  for  them  first.    they  just ..    came.      ꒱      he  does  that  sometimes.      ꒰      she  says  quietly,    still  looking  down  at  sebastian.      ꒱      animals,    i  mean.    i  don’t  really  know  why.     ꒰      her  gaze  lifts  slowly,    finding  him  properly  for  the  first  time.      ꒱      i’m  penelope,    by  the  way.      ꒰      a  small  smile,    a  little  uncertain  around  the  edges.      ꒱      since  we’ve  both  held  him  now  i  think  that  counts  as  a  formal  introduction.
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ᵈᵉᵃʳ        ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ⠀        ,          ݂۫@burrowoftimeᣟ݂ ̣̣  ❞⃘
            ꒰      the  courtyard  had  been  quiet  before  he  arrived.    she  noticed  that  first—    the  way  the  stillness  broke  around  him,    like  he  was  always  moving  slightly  faster  than  the  world  around  him  was  ready  for.    penelope  shifted  the  books  in  her  arms  &  watched  him  for  a  moment,    just  a  moment,    before  he  noticed  her.      ꒱      oh—    hello.      ꒰      the  words  came  out  softer  than  she  intended.    she  had  a  habit  of  that.    she  looked  at  him  the  way  she  looked  at  most  things—    unhurried.    taking  him  in  the  way  you  take  in  something  you  weren’t  expecting  but  aren’t  sorry  to  have  found.    the  flustered  energy  coming  off  him  was  almost  warm,    somehow.      ꒱      which  class?      ꒰      she  asked  simply.      ꒱      .. i  know  most  of  the  buildings.    i  could  walk  you,    if  you'd  like?      ꒰      a  small  pause.    the  corner  of  her  mouth  lifted  slightly.      ꒱      .. &  for  what  it’s  worth.    it  was  probably  the  cat
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