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     â   Colour me ever-flattered ; You always spoil me , ŕ¸ŕ¸ŕ¸ŕ¸ľŕ¸Łŕ¸˛ŕ¸ŕ¸´ŕ¸ŕ¸ľÂ ~ âŤÂ  â
âAâcourse, aâcourse. Anything fa my girls, yâknow. A Queen deserves spoiling, yeah?â
Oh, that name is like music to her ears. Itâs lovely. She speaks in her own native tongue for a moment, a sound thatâs not word-like, but more like the tinkering of a bell, or perhaps the call of a whale. Distant, but soothing - unless oneâs afraid of things that reside deep within the dark sea. The soundâs affectionate for certain, something akin to my lovely one hidden deep within those long trills of hers.










