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08-23-2022, 03:37 AM
"Ah, so you two are an item." Posed as another joke, but this was a genuine realisation on Sybil's behalf. She assumed little of Wren, at least she made an effort to avoid doing so. Who she kissed or slept with or, frolicked with? (She didn't quite know what it was that couples did, aside from annoy her and pop out some puppies every now and then) Was none of her business, especially as an apprentice, even more so as a child. But one could not stop the mind from wandering, not even she. Undesirable thoughts were often dealt with a swift quarantine, and she'd wait as they'd starve to death before continuing. "Oh, don't worry. It'll take more than old ghosts to scare me away from this dream." Tone shifted like the wind, and soon she felt her own smile on her face, impossible to push down, inevitable as Spring. There was no ticking clock. There was no pressure, the constricting of her chest a figment of her own anxieties. Perhaps she was just looking for something to worry about, something old and familiar. A comfort blanket that itched at her skin. All this new, all this opportunity. "I'm looking forward to it." She admitted. All of it, was what she left unspoken again. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ |