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Wings shuffling at her side, the petite deer-fox padded towards the gathering. Discussion. Her eyes half-lidded, still tired. But curious. Her father certainly had a different way of running things than the previous Ardents already. She liked it, though. Relieved. He wanted to know what they wanted.
Well. The Fleshweaver scuffed the dirt, ear twitching. Slaves. Disbanding it? Good. "'s wrong..." She muttered. Aine had never understood it. Had never liked it. "We don' have any anyway... We shouldn' do it."
Sure. It would keep the pirates, the others, off their backs but at the end of the day, the fae simply despised the practice. No one deserved to be treated like property. Simple as that.
[/td][/tr][/table]Well. The Fleshweaver scuffed the dirt, ear twitching. Slaves. Disbanding it? Good. "'s wrong..." She muttered. Aine had never understood it. Had never liked it. "We don' have any anyway... We shouldn' do it."
Sure. It would keep the pirates, the others, off their backs but at the end of the day, the fae simply despised the practice. No one deserved to be treated like property. Simple as that.
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