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Slowly the Virdan clanmaid was drawn from sleep. She’d had a long and comfortable nap, and found Azaria’s hand gently stroking her shoulder as her emerald eyes fluttered open. Sylven yawned and shifted position a little, feeling stiff from falling asleep against the Duindôr woman for so long...

Cyn smiled faintly. “You know what? Yeah, I would like to.” He couldn’t believe this was happening - the prince, wanting to befriend him? Life was definitely strange at times. The servant nervously shifted his weight in his seat. “I uh, should leave now though. I’ve been avoiding my duties long...

Tethran cocked his head a little. It was a valuable lesson, and very true. The Virdan felt much the same - not everyone had to do the exact same things in order to be valued in the clan. He had wondered, because of the Duindôr clan's focus on strength and being a warrior, if Brandyl was treated...

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Veyen smiled widely at Brandyl’s words. He was glad to have the young alchemist as a friend. “Thank you, Brandyl.” Tethran ruffled the young Virdan’s hair. “They’re right, you know. Just ignore the idiots who don’t want to be your friend. They don’t know what they’re missing.” The young hunter...

Cyn cocked his head a little, watching the prince curiously as he apologized. What a strange royal. He had never met any nobleman like Prince Ezrin. He wanted to say something like, If you’re truly sorry, then make things better for us - but he was afraid that would be going a little too far. So...

Tethran looked between Brandyl and Haethryl with a raised brow. The kid sounded… a bit annoying. But who was he to judge? He pondered the question. What did many younglings look like? He’d never considered if they many or if they had few. He crossed his arms. “Uh… I mean, we have a fair...

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Veyen looked content at the thought of meeting Haethryl’s children. He smiled a little. Tethran listened, raising a brow when Brandyl chimed in. He looked between the young alchemist and Haethryl with confusion. “I feel like there’s a story there,” he said slowly.

Tethran pressed his lips into a thin line. What a difficult life, he realized. He'd been struggling to consider the Duindôr as anything but barbaric - less and less as he journeyed with them, of course, but still. He was beginning to see just how difficult things must be for them, and how they...

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Tethran's brow arched high. "Yeah. I am surprised, honestly. I wasn't picturing you as the fatherly type." But it made sense, with how many partners the Duindôr took. But the way he actually seemed proud of them, happy about his children - Tethran had been picturing the Duindôr people as running...

Tethran laughed a little. “That’s lightning speed, especially for Lady Sylven.” He didn’t know how their relationship would end up - to him, it seemed a very unlikely pair - but he supposed he’d just wait and see. Both he and the younger hunter watched as a little girl handed the Duindôr elf...

“Mmm, I… am going to sleep, then,” Sylven murmured, shutting her eyes and nestling closer to Azaria. The other woman’s warmth, and the warmth of the sun, quickly lulled her into a peaceful nap. Tethran approached Haethryl with a wide grin on his face. He waved back at the other elven man...

Tethran laughed in surprise, hurriedly throwing his arms up to shield his face from the thrown grass. He plucked his own fistful of grass to chuck at Azaria, shaking his head in amusement, before he turned to follow Veyen and Brandyl. Veyen’s entire face was red with embarrassment, and he wanted...

Cyn furrowed his brow. How could the prince really not know any of this? “Uh, I mean… Usually the head servants. But I guess the punishments are mostly just traditions. Servants have been treated this way as long as anyone can remember.” He cocked his head a little, eyeing the prince curiously...

With face as hot as the sun, Sylven stared down at her leather boots, nervously toying with her hair. Spirits' sake! Of all times for the men to appear! And just for Brandyl to say something about packing food for the road?! Really... Sylven took a deep, shaky breath, but refused to meet...