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To her great relief, the girl did not act startled or frightened at all. Anais was glad, though at the same time a little concerned. She knew first hand that the world posed all sorts of dangers, particularly under the guise of a seemingly friendly stranger, and to see not even a little bit of worry cross this young girl's face made her aunt worried for her safety. At least it's only me that found her, she thought, trying to reassure herself that the young, green-colored girl would be in no danger, but when she left would she feel as certain of her safety? Nako is close. He'd never let her get hurt. Just as he had always been protective of her growing up, she trusted that same protectiveness would be shared with his daughters, and that, at least, was some comfort for now.
Bold, still without a hint of fear, the child addressed her, seeking to find out who she was. Anais's smile, which had faltered just a little to start, returned gently to her face, and though she did not move nearer to the child she held her position while the young girl crept closer to examine her. How do I do this? she wondered as she followed with her lemon-gold eyes the progress her niece made in getting closer and sampling her scent. Maybe keeping it simple would be best? "I'm...your father's sister," she explained, hoping the girl would be able to follow her. "I'm your aunt. Anais." Only as she said it did she realize she was not sure which of her nieces she was currently speaking with. How was it Nako had explained their names again? Which was which? "I'm sorry," the Donostrea hunter apologized with a gentle shake of her head, "I haven't seen you since you were born. I don't remember which name is yours."
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