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Myrika is by Aly!
The redhead smiled as he mentioned his guitar; she enjoyed music, although she suspected she lacked any sort of talent for it. Her howling voice was a crackling mix of coyote and wolf, sometimes distinctively one and sometimes the other, but always muddled. Her singing voice was no better; she couldn't hold a tune. The mysteries of music were something she felt best to leave to others.
Anyone who stayed is strong. I'm sure it must have been difficult for some to stay, knowing children and mates and family are in danger, she said. For her part, she had wanted to run away -- she'd wanted to run away very badly, in fact, but duty had held her in place. Now that it was over, she was glad she'd stayed. It was no easy thing, fighting to defend her home, but the alternative was -- what? Wandering forever without a place? Inferni and its history was worth a little spilled blood, she thought.
Ah, she said, not wishing to pry too deeply into his personal matters. Still, a concerned look was given, allowing her cousin to speak further on such matters as his woman if he so desired. We can go inside, if you want, she suggested. If... it's okay with you, I'd like to try that, she said, almost shyly. But only inside, and only if you won't tell anyone. She felt comfortable asking Jacinto: it wasn't like he was Ezekiel. She could have plucked her own from the garden, but she did not want to try it around Kaena for the first time, or risk being found by Amnesty and Oblivion. Neither did she wish to experiment completely alone, either.
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