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Absinth's keen eyes traced the subtle shifts in Andy's demeanor, from the confident warrior of battle to the tentative dance of flirting. She relished in the transformation of the girl. She loved the desperation she elicited from the woman. The mention of Aresenn's name sent a ripple of recognition down Absinth's spine, though she maintained her composure, masking any hint of surprise before she spoke in her velvety tones. "Aresenn, you say?" She echoed, her voice carefully neutral. "Oh. He is a good friend of mine." The monochromatic fae said, refusing to give the truth before Aresenn did.

"Do I like to watch the stars?" Absinth echoed, a playful twinkle in her eyes as she embraced the new topic. "Oh, Andy, I do. My father loved to teach me about them." She confessed, her voice tinted with a hint of nostalgia and something painful. “Would you like to hear those stories?”


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