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The next night, she was in the fort at the normal time, leaning back against the window. * * * "Yes. Well... we don't like to let good deeds go...
(Zoop?) * * * "Well, even though being threatened is my personal drug of choice, I came here to thank you for fighting off Pete."
She gave him a grin before turning to leave. * * * He smirked, raising one eyebrow. "It's nothing new, Nascha. Don't worry."
She got to the bottom and looked over again. "I'll see you tomorrow night?" * * * He followed her, giving a small wave to the guard as they left.
She rolled her eyes before beginning to climb down. * * * "Hm. Alright. I'm sorry our budding friendship got cut off so sharply," he said to...
"But like..." She huffed, her hands on her hips as she looked at him affectionately. "Nevermind." * * * "Oh?" he asked, looking down at Caly....
She rolled her eyes. "Well... yes. I left at midnight." * * * The guard glowered, gesturing with his sword. "He's a rogue," he spat viciously....
She stood at the edge of the windowsill, looking back at him. "Do you know what time it is?" * * * Victor stood at the front, holding Caly in...
She stood up, moving past him. * * * A bit later, one of her friends in the tribe approached her, her brows furrowed. The girl's name was...
She responded in kind, leaning her head back after a moment. "I want to sleep, but I shouldn't do that here." * * * The exploration was...
She laughed deeply, leaning against the window. "You're my least favorite person." * * * (Zoop?)
"It is a well-known fact," she said haughtily, sitting up straight, "that soup eaten in isolation is the best soup in town." * * * The mouse...
She kicked at him playfully. "It was the best soup you've ever had and you know it." * * * He stood up, picking up the injured mouse. Most of...
She huffed, tilting her head. "That soup you had when you were in the cell? Yeah, that was all my making. Try and tell me that wasn't good...
"It's because I sneak away in the middle of the night," she said pointedly, leaning back against the window. "I'm actually an excellent cook." *...
A few days later, Dahlia was sitting crosslegged on the floor, recounting a story for Osiris. "And I dropped the entire bulb of garlic in. God,...
(Zoop?) * * * "You didn't like that I complimented you!"
She smiled and went over to the tea candle, blowing it out before leaving. * * * "Don't compliment you in the future. Got it."
She returned to him, tilting her head curiously. "I should head back now, but... I'll be back tomorrow. Okay?" * * * He squinted. "Yes. And...?"
She paused, a slow grin slipping over her lips. "Are you sure?" * * * He seemed confused by the question. "What do you mean, 'why'?"
