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"Well, tell me about you. What makes up your character?"
She looked over at Warner gratefully before looking at Sariel. "I think we should."
"Me? I'm no artist."
The Enryli responded to the blade, floating towards the point where it touched the base. Eden froze instinctively.
"Extravagant? Then what are you?"
She landed on the ground, looking at both of them before sighing, looking down at the ground. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm in a weird headspace."
"Sure you are."
"Oh, no. Not until I get my end of the deal," he said smoothly. Eden tried to pull away again, shaking like a leaf.
"Why not?"
"But you don't know that, Sariel!"
"This is way more important than gathering materials. This is art."
"He's in there," she said, her breath quickening. "Sam, I'll get rid of him, I promise." The spirit turned to Sam thoughtfully. "Awfully...
"They can be too much," he said, leading her outside. "I get it."
"How certain? Because if it gets moved at all, and we're not ready, we're screwed."
"Not with this. This is important."
She looked over at him, clearly terrified. "What is going on? This isn't..." Her expression changed with a realization, and as it dawned on her,...
The dance finished, but he didn't let go of her hand. "Come on."
"Do you know when it will be?"
"Maybe you should just sit and watch, then?"
Her wings were extended awkwardly behind her, but she began to panic, her golden Enryli pulsing through the veins. "What's wrong with you? Stop it!"
