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Something clicks into place. Another flash of confusion in her eyes. Strange weight in her chest. He spoke French so naturally. Familiarly. She swore she had heard it before. Why then... Couldn't she remember? Be sure? The name Westley Hawkins wasn't... She didn't know anyone named that.
Subconsciously, she shifts closer to her father. Ears flicking down. Teeth sinking into her cheek. Four... Seven... Eight... Focused on the natural scent of tea. Even more familiar and soothing. "Ra-Ravi de te connaître."
"I would- I would love a cup of tea. Do you- do you have any chamomile?" She inquired shyly, a small smile reforming at Hydrostatic's eagerness. She wondered what type Westley would start him on. Not all tasted the same after all.
[/td][/tr][/table]Subconsciously, she shifts closer to her father. Ears flicking down. Teeth sinking into her cheek. Four... Seven... Eight... Focused on the natural scent of tea. Even more familiar and soothing. "Ra-Ravi de te connaître."
"I would- I would love a cup of tea. Do you- do you have any chamomile?" She inquired shyly, a small smile reforming at Hydrostatic's eagerness. She wondered what type Westley would start him on. Not all tasted the same after all.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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