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Myrika is by me!
The tawny-hued woman bobbed her head in a nod and smiled at him as he spoke of fighting and reading, though it flickered momentarily at the mention of demons. She'd spoken on religion with Ezekiel a few times, and she knew -- at least partially -- the fire and brimstone involved with his beliefs. Had he imposed them on Max? She didn't particularly care what anyone believed, but she didn't think it was good to impose on others, either. The redhead smiled faintly. Keep reading -- it makes you think better. And keep fighting -- Inferni needs that. Tell your stories, too -- maybe one day they'll get written down.
The paw drew her attention, and her blue-green eyes met his pale yellow ones, lingering a moment with the question. She frowned and turned her gaze elsewhere -- anywhere else, really. Mili was her chosen target -- both horses still lingered toward the back of the corral, though the colt was growing restless with his mother's caution. A monster? Not that word, she said, shaking her head. But the same idea. Freak, weirdo, rabbit-ears, she said, repeating the names with as much coldness as she could muster.
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