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Lock rumbles a low 'mhm', and ducks a little lower. His massive tail, wrapped around his folded legs, twitches with just a tip. Hello... -
The Rust Angel reacted the instant the formation around it changed. Its head snapped toward the movement at its flank, those serene...
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'Thanks for the tea.' The Mund bid farewell with an offhand salute, sharing a glance and a nod with Innis, before heading out the door...
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As Osytha thinks, her hand is toyed with as if it really was a tool of its own; adults always had such rough hands, would theirs be as...
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Watching movement makes Walter's eyes refocus. He notices clothes, their fabric and pattern, hands that carry them, close the wooden...
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♬ Martia's Muses - Pumpkinshire She meets the glance. Lowers slowly beside Osytha, hand finding the edge of the porch. There is no more...
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When the plaid is not taken, it is passed on to Lock, who rests it gently wherever he can find where it cannot be dirtied, and pats it...
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The tides betray no apprehension, they merely flow around, and leave the courtesy of memory to remain in place - a sentiment, for the...
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The birds continued to huddle around, and if anyone had a gimlet gaze they might find that green eyes would be reflected in each bird's...
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The moment Osytha’s stance changes and she is seated, the atmosphere immediately lessens in the room. Strongly built Osytha...
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"Completely understandable, I will explain properly in a moment," the baron echoes lightly. Clang-ding-dlang-clack. Clack, the cast...
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Putting this out following advice! This is not a wanted for a specific character. This is wishful thinking and a couple notes. TL;DR I...
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Helena said nothing. Feint smile on her lips. Taking into account the three of them before her. "You are free to go as you please, Syr...
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'"Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst." Ain't that what they always say?' Whomever or whatever had the messenger in such a...
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“Remindin’ thee of t’ pynots around Lehtoja, syr?” "Didn't think such birds took wing to these winds this time of year," he confessed...
