mall-caps;">IT'S ONLY cript;">FOREVER, NOT LONG AT ALLOf course, Ezekiel came quickly; Talitha ignored the Ulrich woman's words for the appearance of the golden King, face lighting up with the most radiant of smiles seen on the hybrid's features before. She dropped Cotl's hand and gravitated toward the side of her brother — she'd come to realize that her choice in men did nothing to please the Aquila. After all, he'd destroyed the one lover she'd taken such comfort in. Crimson eyes focused on the golden gaze of her handsome sibling, body twisting to settle behind him; she gazed around his shoulder to study the woman again. Cotl gave answer to Ezekiel's question. It was Marik's daughter.
A russet hand moved to rest gently upon her twin's shoulder. "She came to live with her father, in his clan." Why she chose to emphasize the word was beyond her; perhaps she still felt annoyance at the woman's assumed presumption. Inky-tipped tail swung behind her slowly, not indicating joy or comfort rather than keeping her mind subconsciously occupied. Slender fingers tapped upon gold-clad muscle while she recalled Giza's prior words: "She's a speedy stealth artist who likes to observe." Whether or not the woman truly enjoyed observing people hadn't been said, but Talitha was always one to make assumptions of others.
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