[Dezel's a little surprised by the request, but then his expression softens.]
Sure.
[They can go at Sorey's pace. That doesn't bother Dezel. The Shepherd's been asleep for a thousand years-- he deserves to go at whatever pace he feels like.
Dezel shifts to follow him into the grass, and he takes the wind with him. As the cool breeze kicks up one more time, it turns warm and playful, gently brushing across Sorey's lips like a smile. It smells like summer, like Rose. And it carries the memory of her calling out to someone, laughing and darting away, daring him to tag her.]
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Sure.
[They can go at Sorey's pace. That doesn't bother Dezel. The Shepherd's been asleep for a thousand years-- he deserves to go at whatever pace he feels like.
Dezel shifts to follow him into the grass, and he takes the wind with him. As the cool breeze kicks up one more time, it turns warm and playful, gently brushing across Sorey's lips like a smile. It smells like summer, like Rose. And it carries the memory of her calling out to someone, laughing and darting away, daring him to tag her.]