This stranger (now her packmate, she had to get used to that) was quite odd looking. She saw a certain kind of darkness in his scarlet eyes. Magnolia was momentarily frightened by his beaten up appearance; she wondered if he deserved the marks he received. They didn’t seem to pain him, though, which intrigued the girl. The blonde male seemed the soft spoken type.
He mentioned fairytales, princesses, and crowns which made the Associate smile. The ring of flowers he was creating was sad looking, incomplete and sparse. Maggie inched closer, awkwardly standing to the right of him, looking down at the blonde warrior below her. “I do,” Magnolia said contentedly, in a good mood despite her shyness. “Is there a certain princess you’re making this for?” Magnolia gave her packmate another smile, determined to win him over.
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