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❉ Khemsa lightly chortled, seemingly amused by the little one’s breathy inhale of pure astoundment in reaction to her compliment. It wasn’t all too expected, and the fact the bitlet was fairly astonished brought a thin raise of her iridescent neck gorgets. She wasexceedingly darling, indeed. The prompt shaking and fluffing of her feathers only added on to this statement, making it accordingly true, as it appeared.
❝ Yes, really. I truly mean it. ❞ She couldn’t help but allow her smile to widen even more at that. A mighty adorable one, she is. Though, in return subsequent to the faithful attempt at pronouncing her whole designation, she tightly pursed her derma in a suppressed line.
Admitting herself to being tugged along by the little one’s grasp on her considerably larger servo, Khem had begun to cant her helm off to the side.
She was able to take high notice of the calling voice in the far distance, having reached her audials right then. The call’s owner? ASSUMPTION: This fellow Kouvayian’s dear caretaker. Meaning, her earlier conjecture on the timely blinking band was obviously correct.
❝ Hide? Now, where might you think you’re to be going? ❞ Away from her Carrier, of course — But, the exact location?
Frankly, it is not as though the elder femme would stop her - with how eager she was (reminding the florist of her younger self) - just yet. So long as she was with the young one, they might as well be safe. Needn’t get her lost and have a furious (and perhaps a worried) Carrier hot on her tail as the end result. That… Would not be pleasant. Not at all.
Although, as she clearly thinks this through while keeping a keen optic on the trudging youngling… It wouldn’t be peachy if she let her waltz off even with supervision, would it? Surely she’s out of luck this time around.
☀ “Iunno. Just hide!!” came the small reply, squeaks and chirps of giddyness erupting from the fluffy little femme.
“It’s called hide and seek fow a weason, don’t you know anything?”
And with that she was insistently tugging on the larger Kouvayian’s servo, trying to pull her further into the crowd where she could find a suitable hiding place. Preferably somewhere small where mum would be afraid to go. Mum hated small spaces.
The sounds of her ‘carrier’ calling her were frantic and fearful, but it wasn’t as if Pinion could tell. To her this was all a game. A game she loved to play, much to the dismay of the seeker.
“Pinion!!” was the cry heard in the distance, coming ever closer. The mech sounded on the verge of a breakdown really. The sounds of beeping from his own matching wrist band indicating just how close he was.
“Huwwy!!! We need to hide!” she hissed, wings fluttering uselessly. ☀
