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Sirius

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LegendaryWealthySamhain 2022Statue 1 WorshipThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 1
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06-21-2020, 10:11 PM


She asked her question, and seemed to take his words as an adequate answer. His eyes moved back to her from the ocean, looking down at the green gaze that sat in her shorter form. She had little to say in response, except a noise that could be taken as agreement or understanding. He offered her a wry smile, having told her perhaps more than he had intended to.

The two of them stood in silence for a time, the cold seeping deeper into his bones until he felt he might never be free of the chill. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you then, but I best be off home.” he told her, breaking the silence with his words. He felt their meeting had reached an end point, and well she interested him, and he would enjoy getting to know her, he knew he could not linger here much longer.

“If you ever find yourself to the South, look up the Armada, and i’ll welcome your company, and offer you a bite to eat” he promised her. Getting back to his feet, gentle so as not to throw Bast, he rose with him, or Marshal, who still clung to his coat.

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