12-27-2018, 08:58 PM
―――― The familiar plod of Stryker's heavy paws was the first thing to lift Rhiannon's attention from the paint-dripping dolls, but her paws did not still for a few moments as if she hadn't yet registered his presence, his question causing her to hum sweetly as she canted her head to one side, answering with all the innocence that her voice could muster, "Why, figuring out how to hex the Roseblooders, of course," the silky-sweet voice chimed as she gently set another doll aside, minding herself then as she dipped her head low, "You are welcome to join me, sir, if you would like. There are plenty of materials to make all sorts of objects that your heart may desire."
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