Eon quickly dug himself out of the snowbank and shook the snow from his fur. Unfortunately, it didn’t help much, as another flurry swept by and covered him in snow once more. A familiar voice caught his attention, and he opened his eyes to see Enya approaching.
“I was just—um,” he paused, trying to come up with an explanation for his clumsiness and a reason for being here in the first place. He didn’t want to lie; that wouldn't end well. Enya could read minds, anyway, so lying would be pointless, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what the consequences for lying to a Monarch would be.
“I’ve been cooped up in the den for a while and felt the need to stretch my wings,” he finally admitted. “Though part of me wishes I hadn’t; it’s so cold! Winter is really not my season. My wings and paws are numb.” He stretched out his wingspan, checking to see if he could still move them. Luckily, they fluttered up and down without any trouble. Perhaps he was making a bigger deal out of the weather than necessary.
“But since I’m out here, did you need help with anything?” he asked. He felt increasingly guilty for neglecting his duties as the weather grew colder, and he wanted to prove that he was still worthy of his noble title.
“I was just—um,” he paused, trying to come up with an explanation for his clumsiness and a reason for being here in the first place. He didn’t want to lie; that wouldn't end well. Enya could read minds, anyway, so lying would be pointless, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what the consequences for lying to a Monarch would be.
“I’ve been cooped up in the den for a while and felt the need to stretch my wings,” he finally admitted. “Though part of me wishes I hadn’t; it’s so cold! Winter is really not my season. My wings and paws are numb.” He stretched out his wingspan, checking to see if he could still move them. Luckily, they fluttered up and down without any trouble. Perhaps he was making a bigger deal out of the weather than necessary.
“But since I’m out here, did you need help with anything?” he asked. He felt increasingly guilty for neglecting his duties as the weather grew colder, and he wanted to prove that he was still worthy of his noble title.
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