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The woman did often judge a book be its cover due to the fact that you can tell from certain features whether someone is of good character or bad. The girl eyed the man with such curiosity. She saw no imperfections upon his fur or any sort of evil glare within his eyes. His voice was neautral and that of a gentlemen. Though, the future Queen was not daft. She trusted no one, not even her blood. The woman listened with a grin upon her inky lips, he was so polite. The bow and the twinkle in his eye. Charming. The girl kneaded the earth beneath her paws idly as her head tilted. The woman stared for a few moments, he looked nothing of Isardis. But, then again, who was to judge. Six let a smile slip across her lips, replacing the grin. "Another Armada, you guys sure do breed like bunnies." The girl let forth a tiny snicker as she sat down in front of him. "Have you joined the ranks of your brother? Or are you straying away from all of the glorified chaos?" Oh she loved Glaciem but as an outsider, it got tiring. Constantly trying to prove yourself, competing against everyone.


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