when flying feels like falling
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Ryan’s crimson eyes searched the room, taking in the details of the things she had briefly discovered upon entering. "Oh," she replied softly, titling her head gently to the side when one of the objects perplexed her. "Oh, I understand. My mom and I were the same way, I suppose. We never stayed in one place." Perhaps that was the reason that Ryan enjoyed her den on the other side of Inferni’s territory; she knew it was never going anywhere. "You read?" She asked him, eyeing the stack of comics and novels on his desk. She unfortunately, couldn’t read. Ryan had had some practice with the help of a few people, but reading was still a mountain she had yet to conquer.


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