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His lips moved in time with her own, mouthing her words as she spoke them. "No, [[Nefirian]]."
The Dreamwaker grinned faintly at the response to his unspoken question; his arms were folded now, gently holding a white peacock against his breast. The bird dipped his head with a soft cluck, its long tail swishing against the snowy ground.
This was part of their nightly ritual, a greeting between friends. The reply never changed-- but for now, at least, it was inconsequential.
"Perhaps," Elliot said softly, her tone even. "But then... how would you spend your evenings?"
[[BkICh7 Book I Chapter VII]] < {{image url="http://www.valenth.com/images/lorebooks.png"}} > [[BkICh9 Book I Chapter IX]]
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The Dreamwaker grinned faintly at the response to his unspoken question; his arms were folded now, gently holding a white peacock against his breast. The bird dipped his head with a soft cluck, its long tail swishing against the snowy ground.
This was part of their nightly ritual, a greeting between friends. The reply never changed-- but for now, at least, it was inconsequential.
"Perhaps," Elliot said softly, her tone even. "But then... how would you spend your evenings?"
[[BkICh7 Book I Chapter VII]] < {{image url="http://www.valenth.com/images/lorebooks.png"}} > [[BkICh9 Book I Chapter IX]]
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"No, [[Nefirian]]."
The Dreamwaker grinned faintly at the response to his unspoken question; his arms were folded now, gently holding a white peacock against his breast.
The bird dipped his head with a soft cluck, its long tail swishing against the snowy ground.
"Perhaps," Elliot said softly, her tone even.
"But then... how would you spend your evenings?"
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His lips moved in time with her own, mouthing her words as she spoke them.
