* ( dryness does nothing for the impish delight she provides all alone. she’s easily delighted by her own jabs. )

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unsteady her heart may be and shaking her faith has become, the witch finds no problem disguising the turmoil lest weakness express upon her visage.

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to find your way out of here before they find you are gone long enough to justify itchy nerves, Sir Knight. ”

arms raise out to him with slim wrists touching conveniently for whatever devices he wishes to shackle onto her. it is peace that settles over her. what happens must happen.

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streams and creeks well beyond the originators location. if you cannot see the way time may flow then that is simply the price of mistaken conceit. I’ve spoken my truth, ” she expresses passively, confidence replacing the urgency of fear that showed just prior.

“ let us get along then. best

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lives of the inhuman.

eyelids squeeze shut, splotches of color filling her darkened visioned, and she feels it all swell like a rapid wave. then, all at once, it eases into an answer and she steadies herself.

“ you are but a man with short sighting of how far the river separates into

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perhaps a jester or, oh, I don’t know, a knight of some sort ..

I shall make habit to visit stables more often.

/ that emoji indicates a little more than reading is being done …… 🤨

/ I can’t fight Aubree, that’s pookie ✌🏻

/ you can’t tell but I’m pressing the broken heart button next to the like button