[ She'd stopped singing when she spotted them, thoroughly distracted by the appearance of a human and a ... maybe-dragon? Winged lizard? Potential new friend? They look strong and speedy, like they're made for the air in their own way. Just like she is. ]
[ And she wants ]
[ To play ]
[ With a fluid grace and control that might be surprising in a creature as large as she is, Miya flutters down to land gently atop a convenient jumble of boulders. She wants to play (ohhh boy does she ever), but, look, she knows that she can't always just dive right into it, okay. She can be patient! And polite! All while taking the literal higher ground; she wants to be able to move quick if it turns out they're unfriendly. ]
[ She chirps again, sing-song and chirrupy, her ears pricked up and her eyes bright with curiosity. The still-damp end of her tail swishes slowly against the rock, almost like the questioning wag of a dog's tail. ]
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[ And she wants ]
[ To play ]
[ With a fluid grace and control that might be surprising in a creature as large as she is, Miya flutters down to land gently atop a convenient jumble of boulders. She wants to play (ohhh boy does she ever), but, look, she knows that she can't always just dive right into it, okay. She can be patient! And polite! All while taking the literal higher ground; she wants to be able to move quick if it turns out they're unfriendly. ]
[ She chirps again, sing-song and chirrupy, her ears pricked up and her eyes bright with curiosity. The still-damp end of her tail swishes slowly against the rock, almost like the questioning wag of a dog's tail. ]