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She hadnt expected this, the strangest of news. Who knew? Bugs living in her hair, tiny little things. That was "Gross,"she vocalized, shear disgust frosting her words. The golden paint didn't seem too put off by this notion, indeed she had even made it out to be a normal occurance. So she would live with this 'condition,' bummer.
Sarkis watches the lady, tiny antenna swivel at her replies. Two hazel green eyes sit as bookends to a powdered star, her ebon mane sticking straight up. Named after her parents? Well that sounded super cool to her, she wondered what kind of name that would have left her with. Scortoni? Hestorch? Both she wrinkled her nose at, she was glad they had refrained.
Speaking of parents, Rhy had asked who her mom was. Well that was an easy question, one she was all too happy to answer. She loved her mother very much, the name leaking excitedly from her tiny jaw. "My mom's name is Scorch, she says she's the cow easy, whatever that is." She seemed to ponder this thought only briefly before addressing the next subject.
"The flower? Oh, I know its over here!"Bounding on unsteady legs in the direction of that petalled nuisance. Sneezing? Well, first of all it made your nose all tickly. Then it kinda hurt too, but after it felt sorta good. It was simply too many feels going on at once, and Sarkis did not appreciate it.
Reaching to bloom in question she crowed, "Here it is! Right where I left it."Tiny nares snort, dial jerks in a nod as if to say, hmmph take that!
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