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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā She knew who he was. After all, he was one of the more well known people within the resistance. Not to mention his little call to their ship a year before didnāt help when he had a message for the General. However, perhaps he didnāt know who she was. At least not yet. Though, even if he didāshe wouldnāt be surprised. Amara smirked, watching him from the distance before slowly walking towards one of the ships. Despite their shape and the symbols on them, they sure were fine. Gently, she pressed a hand on it.Ā āĀ Beautiful. ā The blonde spoke up, glancing his way.Ā āĀ Does she have a name? ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā NOĀ MATTERĀ HOWĀ ACCOMMODATINGĀ theĀ residentsĀ haveĀ been,Ā heĀ knowsĀ thatĀ heĀ doesnātĀ belongĀ here,Ā notĀ permanently.Ā notĀ beingĀ ableĀ toĀ flyĀ furtherĀ dampensĀ hisĀ spirits,Ā givenĀ theĀ factĀ thatĀ itāsĀ becomeĀ ingrainedĀ intoĀ him,Ā somethingĀ soĀ innateĀ thatĀ losingĀ itĀ hasĀ takenĀ aĀ tollĀ onĀ himĀ (Ā amongĀ otherĀ thingsĀ ).Ā despiteĀ theirĀ relativeĀ uselessnessĀ atĀ theĀ moment,Ā poeĀ hasĀ madeĀ sureĀ toĀ emphasizeĀ theĀ importanceĀ ofĀ keepingĀ allĀ ofĀ theirĀ shipsĀ Ā well - maintained,Ā andĀ itĀ seemsĀ likeĀ heĀ gotĀ hisĀ pointĀ acrossĀ quiteĀ well.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā asĀ theĀ girlĀ approachesĀ theĀ ship,Ā handĀ smoothingĀ overĀ theĀ surface,Ā heāsĀ relativelyĀ unalarmed,Ā butĀ stillĀ alert.Ā then,Ā aĀ casualĀ questionĀ receivesĀ aĀ casualĀ answer.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā thisĀ one?Ā āĀ Ā heĀ asks,Ā eyebrowsĀ raisedĀ asĀ heĀ looksĀ itĀ over.Ā Ā āĀ Ā notĀ sure,Ā sheāsĀ notĀ mine.Ā āĀ Ā handsĀ onĀ hisĀ hips,Ā Ā oneĀ ofĀ themĀ movesĀ toĀ smoothĀ overĀ hisĀ curls,Ā watchingĀ theĀ girlĀ curiously.Ā āĀ youĀ fly? āĀ Ā Ā























