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Io expressed a want not to be productive with her time, and to that the councilwoman could only smile. "Ah, well I suppose we're all in luck then; there is always something to be done, right?" She spoke playfully, moving her hand towards Claudius and indicating both that leadership was a hardship, and in general that life had enough tasks to offer: she barely had time to be bored. In fact, most of the time Ulilohi spent doing anything, she was not doing them for fun. It seemed forever since she had re-braided her hair, for instance.
Io explained her work with their birds' housing and the councilwoman leaned forward, interested. Claudius, too, seemed eager to learn of this. He had already voiced the question she had thought of, and so she waited the answer, keeping a pose that clearly indicated her interest.
The guide spoke again, and Ulilhoi silently dipped her head in great respect for the creature, as well as with agreement. She would make sure to tell the next messenger of his praise, and her own praise as well. It was no small feat, to have made these objects. She only wished she could wield them, although she respected Cour des Miracle's superiority too much to disobey them by training. At some point, though, surely the time would come that they could train warriors again, and she had a spear tucked away for when that day came.
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