Who's old here? [It's gently miffed, but only very slightly -- age doesn't really matter after all this time, much as Koby may have once teased Hilda about his relative youth. Now, though, he just rolls his shoulders, breathing in the scent of the flowers, the fields, the crisp, clear air. There are some domains that are nearly as familiar and beloved as his own, and Hilda's is one of them.
The sight of the wyverns curled together has Koby's starlit self flaring just a bit brighter, warm beneath Hilda's touch. It's a nearly uncontrollable display of his excitement, and he finally relents to it, lets his voice go soft and wondering.] Oh, they're -- they're beautiful. Have they always been here?
[Or had he been lost in his own head, his own Horizon so long that the fauna of her realm had changed so much?]
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The sight of the wyverns curled together has Koby's starlit self flaring just a bit brighter, warm beneath Hilda's touch. It's a nearly uncontrollable display of his excitement, and he finally relents to it, lets his voice go soft and wondering.] Oh, they're -- they're beautiful. Have they always been here?
[Or had he been lost in his own head, his own Horizon so long that the fauna of her realm had changed so much?]