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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
As she expected then. That made sense. Good practical use of a day. Her rounded ears twitched. Small talk... Not her favorite pastime. "'m jus' making my rounds." Checking on everyone.
She blinked slowly. Gifts were an oddity. Rarity. Little sentiment in physical objects. But she had a few. A stuffed parrot from kit hood. A handcrafted sword forged to her size. Forged for her. The necklace that she wore, seashells carved into a flower.
The necklace was the only accessory she wore. Once, she wore a bandana over her eyes. A tactical suggestion by Argus. But she hadn't liked it. Sunglasses were completely foreign. Vague concept. Her head fell to one side. Thought and idle curiosity. She didn't like hiding her eyes... But she could see the potential. Protection from sand. Irritants that she dealt with on windy days.
"I've never had glasses before, [abbr=thank you]mahalo[/abbr]."
She pressed her paws inside the box slowly, pale hues sharpening in thought as she grazed over the letter opener's designs. The vines reminded her oddly of Salem. A smile without comprehension or realization. "[abbr=thank you]Mahalo[/abbr], Riftweaver."
Her head turned slightly towards Lucy's voice, nodding in encouragement. That'd be a nice way to help her get settled in her hut. If he had something, that is. Which reminded her... "If there are any blankets, or anythin' you don' find someone to give to, I might suggest the tavern."
[/td][/tr][/table]She blinked slowly. Gifts were an oddity. Rarity. Little sentiment in physical objects. But she had a few. A stuffed parrot from kit hood. A handcrafted sword forged to her size. Forged for her. The necklace that she wore, seashells carved into a flower.
The necklace was the only accessory she wore. Once, she wore a bandana over her eyes. A tactical suggestion by Argus. But she hadn't liked it. Sunglasses were completely foreign. Vague concept. Her head fell to one side. Thought and idle curiosity. She didn't like hiding her eyes... But she could see the potential. Protection from sand. Irritants that she dealt with on windy days.
"I've never had glasses before, [abbr=thank you]mahalo[/abbr]."
She pressed her paws inside the box slowly, pale hues sharpening in thought as she grazed over the letter opener's designs. The vines reminded her oddly of Salem. A smile without comprehension or realization. "[abbr=thank you]Mahalo[/abbr], Riftweaver."
Her head turned slightly towards Lucy's voice, nodding in encouragement. That'd be a nice way to help her get settled in her hut. If he had something, that is. Which reminded her... "If there are any blankets, or anythin' you don' find someone to give to, I might suggest the tavern."
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