You Better Be Good To Me

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The summon of aislyn danced over his ears and the heir would squint his eyes ever so slightly. Interesting quite interesting. What had given Aislyn the need to summon him? A sharp smile appeared on his inky lips and the russet lord would quickly move to the borders. His eyes would run over the crowd that was gathering and he would walk past lion, bumping his head against his shoulder, he would nuzzle lightly into Epiphron and Chrysanthe, but finally he would settle beside Evelette. He was quite fond of the older lady, she was an interesting motherly figure of sorts.
"Speech!".