tambourine and thyme

[Talitha de le Poer]

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Her head tilted as he spoke, listening to his words. He'd lived around there, to the south, years ago. She frowned, the ugly grimace marring her features while she turned it over in her head. He was looking for a place to settle, a place to live, and she offered a nod but said little else for the time being. A slender hand rose to rub at her jaw, a pensive gaze entering her eyes as she stared past him. A small nod was given to the older man. "Fine. You can stay here." Where were her questions? Where was her customary anger, her aggression? She couldn't place why she simply agreed, nodding and turning to offer him passage.

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