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The hybrid's feint was mirrored almost instantly as they politely made way for another victim of fate. Her attention attached itself to the clairvoyant's newest client before his form faded away into the tent and for a moment, Lilin briefly considered eavesdropping on the seance. Had she not been accompanied, it would have been a definite possibility. Currently, Ezekiel served as some sort of gravitational pull and as density of the crowd lessened enough for her to slip in next to him, a few quick skips brought her to his side.
Sustaining his gaze was a challenge in itself, bringing forth cumbersome feelings. She was accustomed to the awkward looks constantly thrown her way; either due to the fervency found within the blue of her eyes, the achromatic birthmark on her forehead or her complexion in general. But the manner with which he looked at her was entirely different, just as one would had it been possible to look right through another individual. Her gaze deviated from his eventually, focusing on the path ahead as her right hand was brought up to restlessly rub her adjacent arm.
"I know, that was quite an entrance by the way." she replied then, allowing a smirk to tug at the corner of her lips. "Should we be on the lookout for pursuers?"
Image courtesy of jeremy vandel; table by the Mentors!
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