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Thick, black roots sprouted from the ground, sharp thorns protruding from them. It was Canyon of course, her expression that of anger and concern....
"I'm not putting my opinion out there. It's up to you."
She frowned. "Who?"
"No, he's not bad."
The man went to cut his wing, but there was suddenly an angry voice that interrupted, along with a low rumble in the ground. "No!"
He nodded, kissing her hand gently.
"Hon hon hon?"
"Your books?"
"Well, I don't know. He's an assassin too."
The man grabbed his wing roughly again.
"Well, I hope it's okay."
He grabbed a croissant.
"Oh? What was it, first mate?"
"You have to know!"
The man tried to shove him back, slicing his shoulder.
"You don't think it'll be okay?"
He pursed his lips, looking for what he wanted.
"You stepped away."
He pursed his lips. "I don't know.. Do you like him?"
There were two others. They took out blades and cut at the vines, one stepping on his wrist. The one that tackled him also drew a knife, grabbing...
