"I... am sorry to trouble you like this, my dear." Glaïeul breathed, leaning on his love as he tried to keep his feet under him. It had been only a matter of time before Darhaskos hit him with his tricks, to be sure, but he had not been quite prepared for _how_ unwieldy he found this new body. He felt like a newborn cub, having to learn how to balance all over again.
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"You keep saying that," Amarante said, digging her dew hooves into the ground to brace against her love's wei...