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“Harp,” Harp says

“Aah, it’s no trouble at all, like I said.”

And on those final words, the stranger andb

his kindly smile were gone from Harps line of sight, and in turn her life from then on out. She paused briefly to wonder what her life would look like if her encounter with the stranger had gone differently, but was snapped from her daydreaming by Setty's impatient "Come on dunderhead! I wanna lunch by the waterfall at noon and if we don't leave now we'll miss it!!" She wistfully enters the caravan and departs mansion wise.

Matter of a fact, im enclosing in this letter some free words to use in your nano to introduce the concept of wings!dale. It's win win, i get to see my boy be winged, and you get some free nano words!

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She stood in awe of the impressive plummage of his wings; they were whiter than doves feathers, for sure, and though Harp had not had the chance to palm a feather she was almost certain they would be softer than down. These angelic back additions, however, stood out in stark contrast to the stranger's ropey black hair. His bangs ended above his brows and the rest of the hair stood at a shaggy grown out inch and a half; his whole head of hair seemed to convey that it had once been cropped neatly to his skull and was recently grown out -- the complete opposite of the pristine backsticles (you know like when people say chesticles for boobies?) Which Harp momentarily considered might be just as unkept as his hair, but she lacked the sufficient avian knowledge to confirm her suspicion.

Iro

Iroh

Im sorry he has a NAME

“Never hurt anyone.” He grins back—it’s definitely his resting expression, sure of himself and ready to be entertained, but a little too soft to come off as mocking.

HAS HE ALWAYS BEEN THIS SUAVE OR IS THIS NEW