[ bitterblue doesn't know this man, but she finds that she feels increasingly comfortable in his presence, the quiet confidence and surety beneath his spirited story-telling. (perhaps it's because stories are a special thing in monsea still, difficult and necessary at once. he carries none of that burden.) ]
What is your name? [ she's undeniably young, but the question has the air of someone who is used to being answered. a quiet surety of her own. ]
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What is your name? [ she's undeniably young, but the question has the air of someone who is used to being answered. a quiet surety of her own. ]