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The next words that left the girl's mouth made Xochime's already big eyes open wider. Not because of the change of language, but by her attiude. The coyote did not know what was she expecting the other to do, but she was not expecting her rudeness. The words made the flower lower her ruby gaze, a scowl placed on her forehead. Had she done anything wrong? No, it wasn't her fault. It was the ring's. Sudenly she felt the simple pece of metal heavier than it was, reminding her that it was there.
But her head darted upwards as soon as a compliment reached her ears. She was pretty? very pretty? her ears weren't fooling her. When was the last time that she had been called like that? she had no idea, but the words had caught her off ward. "Thank you." She muttered. The other was looking at the dull scenery before them, but, unlike the light-coated woman, she paid no attention to the landscape. Instead, she sat beside her and eyed her coat. True, she had seen her at the dinner, but she did not remember whether her name had been mentioned or not. "What's yur neim?" She asked. At least she would try to remember the name of this girl, who hadn't made a hostile move on her for no apparent reason --unlike others, who had tried to submit her, as if she was just rebel merchandise.
Flower lives "Flower says" Flower thinks
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