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She unknowingly mirrored his relief at being able to relax about the younger male. It was not often that Alaine could reveal herself from beneath the Apothecary's mask, and few had made it to the point in her psychological chambers where she did so with a sense of relish. It surprised the woman how heavy the mask was; for all those years that she had worn it seamlessly, the heaviness had been toted without thought.


Still a mistrusting creature at heart, it was not an easy feat to penetrate the colliewoman's outer layers. Gabriel's son had done so with efficient ease, and although that should have made her wary, Alaine could not conjure the dreary emotion. It was not his fake smiles or slick charm - Keen emerald eyes had seen those for what they were, an additional layer of protection, weaponry and defense. When he assumed the role as her pupil, and she his mentor, the woman displayed a direct dislike of his plastic grins, and had on more than one occasion had irritably told him to wipe the fake happiness off of his face. It was a ploy that would work well for him on many others, but when she required his full attentions, she received them.


As such, the grin the male gave her was taken as genuine, and she reflected with with her own pretty smile. The offhand comment and gesture to his feathers companions made her forest eyes sharpen with curiosity - The display that followed provoked a strange light to dwell within them. "Badb," She murmured softly, the smile growing and the strange light enveloping emeralds, "Labhraíonn sé leis na sciatháin dorcha," The old words flowed from her fluidly, a language so lyrical it sounded like music, "Agus a thugann siad dó a n-éirim agus a spiorad!" Her voice lifted in excitement, strange memories running as deep water beneath her consciousness. She had been remembering the old ways a lot recently, and with them came the strange feelings of foreboding within her.


Unaware that she had done so, Alaine sheepishly released the hold she had on the young man's knee. In doing so, the strange attitude that had come over her withdrew, and the woman laughed blankly, her gaze still pinned on the feathered creatures. "I didn't know you could speak to them, too," She said, by way of an explanation, as if it all suddenly made sense.


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