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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ ... Fool! We'll both fall ill at this rate... ❜
Pouting, Shtola beat on the king's back. Her fists eventually resting there though.
Leaning half her weight on him. In truth appreciative of this mercy amid the fatigue of her foiled efforts. She held him up
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as well.
Loosing her hand to pat his back. Hoping to impart some comfort. Conscious of the weight on those shoulders. She dared not lean her head on them, for fear they may finally snap under pressure.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Much as I've to say, I need only know you remain...
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Hmhm... ❜
The sorceress sat at a table quiet relative to the other side of their headquarters, The Rising Stones.
Her pale eyes watched the vague outline of her allies as they drank and acted a fool. From the entrance, music from the bar leaked in.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ེ Mayhap I should have expected competition, staking to a claim so ambitious.
How might we settle this? ❜
The sorceress sported a competitive grin.
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