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Though she seemed less then enthusiastic about the prospect of coming to him, Gabriel hoped she would follow through. It seemed, though, that everything in her nature was going to battle him on this. Still, he believed that if things were ever to become truly bad, as Rikka had tried to make them out to be, he would be able to protect this small sand colored creature from whatever demons his mother could carry in her.
Unsatisfied, but unwilling to press further, Gabriel relented. “You have a good night, Vieira,” he said, low voice no longer rumbling with doubt and unfocused anger. He turned, then, and made his way back out of Kaena’s den. She would know he had come, and he intended to make sure she did. As he began to leave, he brushed against one of the stone walls, leaving his scent poignantly along the rocks, knowing she would gather the message from it. Then, without further words to the Quintus, he was gone in the gradually darkening evening.
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