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Kella glanced down as her friend's hand covered hers. She just smiled and continued to regard the mountains, her mind envisioning little trails from the city to the austere peaks.
His compliments were born with a bit of an abashed look. The woman was flattered but scoffed good-naturedly at the noble traits attributed to her. Eyvind had a bit of a rosy fog about her, but she was in no hurry to entirely dispel it. That was the charm of friends, they asserted that you were best version of yourself precisely when you doubted it.
Characteristically, sincerity was fielded with a dash of honest humor.
"Thanks, Ginger. I have my moments."
When he claimed his thoughts were wandering, Kella, straightened up and took a breath of the salt tinged breeze.
"I would assume that there is a fair bit of things that I ought to know."
Resting her hand on her sword's pommel, she turned to Eyvind with a keen glint to her.
"Most importantly, when do we leave, and what should I bring?"
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