10-23-2013, 01:41 AM
((bleck....so short..))
Mother and daughter continued to dance, moving fluidly through the steps of a traditional dance of their people. Ophelia every once in awhile would let out a giggle when her mother would spin her and pick her up in the air. The Duchess couldn't help the wide grin that was across her face, she was always happy when her daughter was.
When Striker heard the soft "Uh o" and heard the boy falling he quickly moved underneath his falling form. Steeling himself the harpy easily took the brunt of the boys fall, knowing he wouldn't get hurt and that he likely saved the boy a broken bone or two. Rolling out from underneath the boy Striker stood up and after dusting himself off stuck his hand out. "Do I want to ask what you were even doing up in that tree? I am Striker by the way. I think next time you might want to skip tree climbing and maybe stick to keeping your feet on the ground eh?" It was said with a touch of humor though his face was stoic.
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