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It was very pleasing to see the effect she’d had on the other woman. Her charcoal face was all alight with the lingering amusement from their battle. Though she would have preferred to have had an actual fight rather than whatever that just was- it was just as exhilarating.  A trickle of blood drip- drip- dripped down from her unfortunate ear and down the side of her neck, sullying her perfect ivory coat. Absinth ignored it and instead licked her bleeding lip as she eyed her companion, watching the magenta girl rise to her feet seeming rather… unsatisfied. I wonder why. “Careful- too much and the potential for death rises.” With a wicked grin, the monochrome fae eased back onto her haunches to sit. It was nice when someone actually knew shit about her namesake, and how true it was.

The newly named Yarrabelle Saxe was an even bigger surprise however. Absinth’s grin subsided for a more appraising expression, looking Yarrabelle over as a sibling to her maniacal chosen leader. She may have just shit the bed here. They had to be siblings, given the ages, and oh Aresenn, there really are more of them. A chuckle escaped her as the comedy of the situation dawned on her. “Yarrabelle Saxe. Relation to Sephiran?” She cocked her head to the side, wondering what sort of reaction her question would bring. Absinth had no idea if they had come into contact or not, or what terms they were on; so it was all really a shot in the dark.

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