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Aine has grown less and less prone to tensing at the scent of salt. If only just. Her hazel hues still flicker and dance, hesitation in her steps. But the lilted voice is familiar. Upbeat. Her father's cousin, Kian.
She relaxes a little, ears perking in curiosity. Did he come with news? No. He... He wanted to join? The petite Fleshweaver shuffles her wings, startled. He sounded serious about it too.
"Kian?" She shuffles forward a little closer, smiling shyly. He had been nothing but kind to her. Always enthusiastic. She glanced up at her father, hopeful. "[abbr=please?]S'il vous plaît?[/abbr]"
To have more family around. To have something like an uncle. He and Raziel had said to call them that if she wanted to. Uncail. "[abbr=please?]S'il vous plaît?[/abbr]"
[/td][/tr][/table]She relaxes a little, ears perking in curiosity. Did he come with news? No. He... He wanted to join? The petite Fleshweaver shuffles her wings, startled. He sounded serious about it too.
"Kian?" She shuffles forward a little closer, smiling shyly. He had been nothing but kind to her. Always enthusiastic. She glanced up at her father, hopeful. "[abbr=please?]S'il vous plaît?[/abbr]"
To have more family around. To have something like an uncle. He and Raziel had said to call them that if she wanted to. Uncail. "[abbr=please?]S'il vous plaît?[/abbr]"
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