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indent Matrix’s call alerted the young Aquila that another face was at his doorstep. Gabriel opened one eye with a grunt, and pushed himself up from the warm bed he had been sleeping on. Faolin was gone, as she often was, growing restless with those children in her. It did not cause him such paranoia as he thought it would—he trusted her to take care of herself. Heading out of the house, he paused for a moment on the front porch, striking up a cigarette. He refused to smoke around Faolin, in her current state.
indent Heading towards the source of the call, he was soon greeted by Matrix and a stranger who looked as doggish as he did. Though frowning slightly, it was not a look of dislike or distrust, simply interest. That made three of them, himself and Matrix included, who resembled their domesticated (and fading) brethren. With the cigarette still in hand, Gabriel said nothing, expression saying it all for him.




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