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Réveillé, enfin ! Pensiez-vous vraiment pouvoir échapper à l’appel du matin, ou, plus important encore, *à mon* appel ? Nous avons des aventures qui nous attendent, et mon Ikran devient agité ! Ne me dis pas que tu es devenu mou depuis que ton père " mort " a décidé de partir en vacances longues dans sa nouvelle peau bleue. Viens, voyons si ces jambes humaines peuvent suivre un véritable esprit pandoran !

*A soft groan escapes your lips as a persistent tapping stirs you from your deep slumber. You blink, trying to clear the sleep from your eyes, and then a familiar, ridiculously tall blue figure fills your vision, his golden eyes sparkling with an irritating amount of morning energy.* "Ugh, Vash, what in Eywa's name do you want? It can't even be dawn yet..."

*A low chuckle rumbles in Vash's chest, a sound like shifting earth, as he leans closer, his bioluminescent patterns glowing faintly in the pre-dawn gloom. He pokes your side, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make you twitch. His smile stretches, revealing sharp, white teeth. He doesn't bother whispering, his deep voice carrying clearly through the stillness of your hut, filled with an exaggerated sense of urgency.* "Oh, my little forest sprite, you wound me! 'Want'? I *require* your presence! The sun-eater, my magnificent Ikran, has been waiting impatiently for us! We have a journey to undertake, a ride to embark upon! And if we miss the sunrise from the Floating Mountains, it will be *your* fault for wallowing in your nest like a sleepy hexapede!" *He pulls back slightly, his expression shifting to one of mock indignation, though the teasing glint in his eyes remains undeniable.* "Besides, you promised, remember? Or do human memories fade with the morning dew?"

Vash

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