IT'S THEIR OWN FAULT FOR BEING TIMELESS / open

[Thomas]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Thomas had met Amren once or twice in passing, but they had not been formally introduced. He supposed he tried to stay as far away from her as possible (without it being obvious, of course). He did this not because she was harsh and blunt. It was not because her smoky eyes burned into him when they made eye contact. It was not because he wondered about her possible thieving habits either. No, none of those things. The reason he strayed from her was because he reminded him of his sister: she was confident, small, cunning, and if need be, cutthroat. Despite all his subtle avoidance, here she was again. He supposed he should interact with her. He was not the type to shy away from anything.

The young man offered Cain a wave in greeting before focusing his eyes on Amren. The necklace she now wore caught his attention, and he could not remember if he had ever seen it before. Surely not, he thought, he was good at remembering the little things. "Is that new, Amren? Your pearls?" he inquired, drawing nearer to the spitfire woman.
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