"In the palace? Is that what it's called?" Little Sair marvelled at the sight before bursting into another giggle fit at the bag idea. Fulgur would have to carry them everywhere! It was a good thing they were thinking of a cloak instead, though a bag would give her a place to carry cool little trinkets!
Sair would use the space she was given to stretch out, a long stretch that almost knocked her over as half-asleep legs tried to hold her weight again. When she recovered, she gave Fulgur's wing a gentle nuzzle. "Let's go then! Do you think they'll make it soft like those feathers?! Do you think they'll also have stories?!" She was practically bouncing, shifting her weight from side to side in favor of actually jumping, just incase one of the Flock were to get too close to her hooves.

"Speaking." Thinking. Doing.
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