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[Corona Lykoi]

Fade soon, have updated?

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She often wondered that if she did live as long as her mother what their family tree would look like. It was bad enough that there were so many that she could call sibling, but if all of them had children, and those children had children… well, it was needless to say that neither de le Poer or Lykoi would die out forever. No, they’d eventually be muddied throughout the world, if they weren’t already. It seemed from the sound of things that they already were. If anything, it even teased her a little bit and the fact that she had never chosen to settle when it seemed that quite a few already had. They had chosen the easy life, the simpler way, or so Corona was inclined to believe. “Well at least they aren’t all under the same roof,” she commented, almost as though there were something to disdain about that notion. Chances were, there probably was; she just didn’t know it. “I don’t suppose you need another set of hands here with this new war and all, do you?”



As if she even had to ask.

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