[Zephyr leans forward on the table, looking at the blank napkin as though he can already see lines taking shape.]
Well, I guess you could say he looks kind of like a dog...
[He goes on to awkwardly describe a heavenly sprite, from the vast amounts of fluff to the hidden eyes to the way he makes hands for himself when he needs them.]
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[Zephyr leans forward on the table, looking at the blank napkin as though he can already see lines taking shape.]
Well, I guess you could say he looks kind of like a dog...
[He goes on to awkwardly describe a heavenly sprite, from the vast amounts of fluff to the hidden eyes to the way he makes hands for himself when he needs them.]