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A smile for a smile, simple and spoken in an universal language. His face was younger and softer than that of the black man she had angered so easily the day before today. She ought to have felt so eternally small before him, but her confidence had been earned through experience. More to cut, little more. But right now was no time to voice or act on cruel intentions. She was an innocent, darling little creature at this moment, not especially eager to pull the switch.
Large, silky ears bobbed as his rich and rather unique accent rose with an expected question. He couldn’t help her—no one could. But she kept smiling her sweet smile, shrugging athletic shoulders as she looked up at the male. ”You play beautifully,” sweet tones noted, sprinkled with honey. A creamy palm rose, slowly, to brush against her cheek, and she looked away every now and then, too aware of how her ruby lit eyes seemed to wander along his masculine appearance.
Creating music was a skill as well, though that was not what she was used to in the clan lands. She had never had the time to learn anything but the cold, merciless truth of war.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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