MYO-7685: Arwen

Pale as snow, standing there frozen was the ivory bun. Her ears lowered, hands in the air and tail between her legs; she tried to show submission to the jumpy little creature infront of her. Arwen’s body language was not picked up as a threat or that of submission, quite opposite – the little chirop infront of her saw it as an invitation to play. The little imp continued to bounce, flapping it’s wings to try and signal the invitation to play.Arwen swallowed. She hesitantly ...