Anya does a soft little gasp, followed by her softly moving to her knees so that she's closer to them. It's automatic how she wants to be smaller, right on their level as she opens her arms to them in order to welcome the soft little fur babies.]
Mr. Darcy, Gulliver, Tom Sawyer.... [she keeps repeating gently, trying to get the words to sound right on her tongue]
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Anya does a soft little gasp, followed by her softly moving to her knees so that she's closer to them. It's automatic how she wants to be smaller, right on their level as she opens her arms to them in order to welcome the soft little fur babies.]
Mr. Darcy, Gulliver, Tom Sawyer.... [she keeps repeating gently, trying to get the words to sound right on her tongue]
Nya! Hello, friends...