Just hatched these two siblings today. They are free, all I ask is that you name them before they leave my lair.
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TOPIC | Two Free Skydancer Hatchies
Just hatched these two siblings today. They are free, all I ask is that you name them before they leave my lair.
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@Jata Could I possibly adopt the second one and name him Jasper? Thanks so much!
@Jata Could I possibly adopt the second one and name him Jasper? Thanks so much!
@Sashtato
This one? Just making sure because it is a she not he. xD
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@Jata
Oh, yeah! Sorry about that xD I don't know how to identify them from one another yet ????
Oh, yeah! Sorry about that xD I don't know how to identify them from one another yet ????
@Jata
Oh, yeah! Sorry about that xD I don't know how to identify them from one another yet ????
Oh, yeah! Sorry about that xD I don't know how to identify them from one another yet ????
Hello! May I adopt the first one and name her Roselia?
Hello! May I adopt the first one and name her Roselia?
The soft rustle of leaves echo out from the treeline, a bogsneak emerging soon after. She looks as if she was made of water, a fish even swimming around through the chasm of her body. She watches you for a moment before nodding her head slightly and handing you the letter she had clutched in her talons. A mere moment later, she was gone.
Ah sorry T^T i joined last night and I'm still figuring everything out. Roselix then, please? @Jata
Ah sorry T^T i joined last night and I'm still figuring everything out. Roselix then, please? @Jata
The soft rustle of leaves echo out from the treeline, a bogsneak emerging soon after. She looks as if she was made of water, a fish even swimming around through the chasm of her body. She watches you for a moment before nodding her head slightly and handing you the letter she had clutched in her talons. A mere moment later, she was gone.
