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‘Do you really have to?‘ The words snapped Cierzo back from her thoughts, eyes slightly widened as she considered the question from the younger girl carefully. Raka did not want her to leave. Why? She had only cried and proved her worthlessness in front of the other girl so far, what more was there? She would only embarrass herself further. Cie looked back to the ground, the bowl’s reflection returning her confused expression back at her. “Well, okay..” She did not want to refuse when the girl had expressed an interest in her ‘story’, but telling it in greater detail was impossible for Cierzo as she was now. So instead, she tried to force herself to look up and face Raka ; proper conversational etiquette.

“Y-you want to be a storyteller..? What if you happen across someone wicked?“ Cierzo allowed herself a selfish question, one that was partially eerie in nature. Cie did not know that was odd, though. She could only imagine what she might have experienced without her Es by her side.

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