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that's just fine, my dear!
The wolf gazed on appreciatively as she swayed, mouth curved in a reserved smile. She was a lovely thing, indeed. There was no one like her in either Awenasa or Jaded Shadows, but a similar creature was often seen in Endymion's fleeting dreams.The dark, dancing creature would gaze at him alluringly, beckoning to him from the dark depths of his mind. He would reach out to her, hands grasping but always coming up short. He could never move fast enough to catch the fleet-footed pixie, and she would never wait for him. She would dance on, eventually falling out of sight and leaving Endymion alone and dejected. But, he had a feeling this strange but familiar girl wouldn't dance away from him.
It delighted him to see the embodiment of his fancies before him, reaching out to him as the dancer did in his dreams. His eyes crinkled as he smiled wider, and he took her dark hands in his, the strange bravado still circulating in his veins. He didn't speak, having nothing to say, the curse of a prosaic fool. In a closer proximity, the pirate-son observed her soft face; it was round, almost like a child's, though it was womanly in its own right. Her eyes, like his, were a yellow-spattered green, a quality which was more significant than he gave credit for at the moment. For now, the male smiled and allowed himself to be taken where-ever the graceful darkling wanted him.
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