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The friendly male bid her farewell, and Ulilohi smiled gently as he did. "I hope so. And I shall remember you, Hadley. Thank you for your gifts." Her deep voice was friendly and warm. It was no lie either, and Ulilohi was looking forward to letting Grace know that her friend had been here. Too bad he could not stay, as she was certain the other female would not have minded visitors, but of course Hadley had places to be, and a pack to return to. The necklace was equisite, at least in the councilwoman's eyes, and she admired it again in the palm of her hand. The craftsmen of the tribe would think so too, she was certain. She dipped her head in a greeting before she, too, turned to leave. Their encounter had been fruitful, and she hoped for the future as well. She had met their leader once, too, and he had definitely seemed like someone she could admire.... and more. Smiling, she took not the familiar paths home, but the stranger ones, winding here and there, not carrying her home the swiftest. A fresh breeze was in the wafts of hair that stuck out from her tight braids, and she welcomed the change of mood this encounter had brought her. Going back to continue her duties was not an exciting thought, but perhaps she could at least begin them with a fresh spirit.
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