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A small smile toyed along the corner of her delicate lips and twinkled in the hue of her eyes. This man was making quite the impression on the young Quel’anthasan, and it was definitely of the pleasant sort. “Is it now?” Kedyn asked of the Lord Undromil’s estimation of the city. “Indeed, I have found the Medonian quite foreign to my tastes.”
She nodded softly at the Elf Lord’s offer of a tour of the city. “I would be honored.” With a gentle touch, her hand laid carefully on his outstretched arm while she swung her bag over the opposite side of her lithe form. To say she was intrigued in this man was to put it lightly.
If she closed her eyes long enough, she might even imagine she was home.
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There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around.
They don't know they're dead to me 'cause intent never makes a sound.
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