the unrestful
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He had asked her to follow him, yet she felt herself wanting to refuse the offer. Conor made her feel unlike she was used to feeling, ever since she had met him as a little pup. He brought out more than just warmth, but an exaggerated existence. Her eyes stayed averted to conceal this change of pace. She didn’t like this change, how weak it made her feel. The sable girl didn’t understand it and there for it was a threat to her.

She had paid no mind to Larkspur and she followed gracefully behind Conor. Night made sure to follow a good ten feet behind. Her sapphire eyes gazed at his backside while a war of emotions contorted her face. She didn’t lack feeling, but only misunderstood it. What Conor brought out was something she was completely ignorant to and didn’t know if she really appreciated its presence.





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