a most deep and subtle poison

[Talitha de le Poer]

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Talitha Lykoi, she squeaked immediately following his introduction, and then she ducked her head shamefully. She was usually a confident girl, able to conquer most of any kind of shyness ever to exist and able, also, to ignore her fears. The spider had caught her offguard and forced her shield aside, and hiding against his strong chest had also done wonders toward diminishing her into a blithering little girl with very little intelligent stuff to say. The young Inferni girl allowed her eyes to focus on that banjo instead of looking back at him, even though her whole body twitched acknowledgement when he began to speak once more. Her lower lip pushed out visibly as she chanced a glance up at his warm forest-y eyes, and then looked away almost as quickly; how could she hold it after having embarrassed herself so badly? Quietly, she shifted so her legs were folded up to her narrow chest and her thin arms wrapped tenderly around her purple-clad knees.

I-I live in Inferni, she said without even thinking that a smooth lie was probably smarter. She wouldn't have told any old stranger where she lived, but the fact that she had crashed right into him seemed somehow enough to make that fact negligible. Anyway, she was pretty sure he wasn't crazy, although if she saw a banjo-wielding psycho running toward Inferni's lands she would definitely feel remorse for saying anything at all. For the time being, her eyes moved from the tweed hat down to the banjo once more, and she couldn't help but hesitate.

How long have you played it...? she asked timidly, leaning forward just a little and lifting her head to look at the intricate strings and allow more wonder to fill her already heated mind.

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