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The petite Fleshweaver trotted up quietly, hazel hues curious. The marketplace was where her father hosted discussions and smaller events, not meetings. But that seemed to be the point, as he mentioned a meet and greet to follow the announcements. Her ear twitched absently, hooves shifting with antsy energy.
Aine had never been particularly social. Sitting silent and patient as he spoke, nodding with no comments of her own. She had no questions. Nor qualms with anything.
Softly, she cleared her throat. The sooner she spoke up, the sooner someone else could after her. "'m Aine... 'm your Fleshweaver, or-or healer."
"It-it's nice to meet everyone, wel-welcome to the Pitt." The druid smiled softly, head dipping.
[/td][/tr][/table]Aine had never been particularly social. Sitting silent and patient as he spoke, nodding with no comments of her own. She had no questions. Nor qualms with anything.
Softly, she cleared her throat. The sooner she spoke up, the sooner someone else could after her. "'m Aine... 'm your Fleshweaver, or-or healer."
"It-it's nice to meet everyone, wel-welcome to the Pitt." The druid smiled softly, head dipping.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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