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The petite deer-fox found a seat besides Trygve, giving her friend a bright smile before perking her ears. Then offering her father her full attention, the Fleshweaver shuffled her wings, humming softly in acknowledgement of their earlier discussion.
No more slaves. An immense relief to the fae. Her hazel hues gleamed brightly, though they flickered and narrowed in concern at Jormungand's inquiry. Well. The majority of them had spoken their agreement on the matter. It had done nothing but hurt them in the past. Besides. No one deserved to be someone else's property.
She huffed softly and straightened her back, in full support of her father. As Ardent, his say was final after all. But it was nice, that they had made this choice together.
And as Trygve's name was called in acknowledgement of his presence, she beamed again. Proud.
[/td][/tr][/table]No more slaves. An immense relief to the fae. Her hazel hues gleamed brightly, though they flickered and narrowed in concern at Jormungand's inquiry. Well. The majority of them had spoken their agreement on the matter. It had done nothing but hurt them in the past. Besides. No one deserved to be someone else's property.
She huffed softly and straightened her back, in full support of her father. As Ardent, his say was final after all. But it was nice, that they had made this choice together.
And as Trygve's name was called in acknowledgement of his presence, she beamed again. Proud.
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