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Sugary. Sweet. Golden treat — Faelynn's sweet tooth had come out to play. A broken honeycomb, toppled on the ground and tempting had been far too much for the silken windhound to ignore. Honey was a treat in itself, and to pair that with a particularly warm day where the sun warmed her skin and fur, well, Faelynn was thoroughly relaxed.

Strewn amongst the grass, she lay with her slender hindlegs kicked out to the side of her, basking amongst the sun as a gentle breeze remained in the air. Faelynn dragged her tongue along a slim paw as she worked on the residue honey. Though she missed company, she was doing particularly well in filling her days.

Faelynn slid her tongue and withdrew with honey on her tongue, and hummed with delight as the sweet treat hung down in a droplet, before she curled her tongue back up and deposited it in her mouth. Shimmying on the grass, Faelynn's periwinkle gaze danced with contentment. 

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