Moavy the Island Cybunny 
Moavy has a Petpet!
Polk the Bearclops
(209 days and 3 hours old)
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Owner: Day (daymarket)
Moavy likes reading and learning.
When meeting others, Moavy would smile sweetly.
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Moavy
fierce // guarded // loyal
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Arreli, lowlander that she is, is still busy snoring her head off when the sun rises. Moavy watches Arreli's sleeping form for a long moment with a small frown on her face as she ponders the strangeness of lowlanders. Arreli talks sometimes about her life back on the plains—towering mountains carved out of rock and wood, gatherings that sell every kind of goods the imagination can conjure up. Moavy closes her eyes and tries to picture it in her mind's eye, but life beyond the People is unimaginable.
Her paw twitches as a line of drool falls from Arreli's quivering lip. Moavy studies it for a moment before reaching to wipe it away, the gesture strangely soft and tender. Arreli's eyelashes flutter at the touch, and Moavy pulls back hastily before Arreli fully awakes.
Arreli opens her eyes. "Hello," she says drowsily in the lowlanders' tongue. Moavy gives a short nod of acknowledgement—she knows a few words of the lowlander speech, and 'hello' happens to one of them. Arreli seems to catch on, though, she shakes her head and switches languages with careful effort. "Fine day," she says, looking at Moavy for approval.
Moavy waits a heartbeat before letting herself answer. "Close enough," she answers in the language of the People. Arreli smiles lazily, reaching out with a paw to brush Moavy's cheek. It's a playful gesture, strangely childlike in its execution.
And Moavy allows it, even she knows that she shouldn't. Arreli's not here as a guest; she's a prisoner, even if she doesn't know it just yet. But the simple, tender touch makes Moavy want to be more than just a guard, and to let this lowlander in as one of the People.
She turns her face away, drawing on the discipline and control she's learned all her life to keep her voice steady. "Wake up," she says, keeping her voice flat and brusque.
Arreli raises an eyebrow. "Why rush?" she says with a small, mischievous grin. Even in her stilted control of the tongue, the teasing comes across clearly. "Day: still new, yes?"
Moavy turns back and studies Arreli for a long moment. With a feeling of falling, she decides to engage in one moment of weakness—just one. It won't hurt, she tells herself, hoping against hope that she's right.
She takes a breath. "There's no time to waste, not for this," she says at last. Turning to Arreli, she offers a paw to help her up. "Come on, lowlander." She runs the pad of her paw over Arreli's tousled hair. "Let's do something together. I'll take you to see the sunrise."
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Fishing Skill: 23
Jobs Completed: 0
Played: 0
