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                                 ”What kind of things                                    can you do with                                     your magic? Will                                    you show me?”

             As always, Cenred was highly               fascinated by the tiny creature              standing on the palm of his hand,               and his head tilted to one side as              he waited for her to answer him. 

        ❝ oh—— ❞

                                      “Indeed so. He’s one of                                         the king’s knights. He’s                                         very nice.”

                                                      She continued to lead the way down                                                       the corridor to where Leon’s chambers                                                       were, and she reached up to knock                                                       briskly on the door. 

                  ❝ wow... i have never met                       a real knight before. ❞

[text] Do you think so? Ha, might save me money on perfume. 

      “Oh, well, thank you,” she smiled, taking the candy bar and taking a small nibble. After the day she’d had, chocolate was a blessing. At the compliment, she gave the girl a shy smile. She wasn’t used to being called pretty. “Thank you. So are you.”

        ❝ do i want to know what are you doing here?                                  besides trying on my clothes.                   but it suits you and so does the colour. ❞

                     it was a surprise for him that she had wandered around                      the castle and into his room, after all curious creatures                      always managed to find his room,  what it wasn’t much                      of a surprise was to find her with one of his neckerchiefs;                      she had claimed to liked them before.

                   a quiet giggle as she turned to face the man and smiled.                    he seemed very nice, nicer than some others that she                    had seen. tilting her head, her cheek brushing against                    the soft fabric of the neckerchief.

                                       ❝ i'm just visiting and i found your                                            neckerchiefs so i stole one. ❞

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      “Honestly, it doesn’t surprise me. The Foxes do love to gossip.”

        There was a surety in her voice that caused Merlin         to pay attention, curiosity growing as he glanced from         the moon back to her. Come to think of it, he didn’t         recognise her as a servant working at the castle.

                ❝ … How do you know? ❞

                for a moment, elizabeth continued to                 observe the moon. it had grown to be                 more shiney as time passed. with a                 soft smile, she then turned to face the                 man again.

                                     ❝ the moon is my friend.                                         and that is how it works. ❞

[text] Well, yes. I suppose I could, I’d probably end up smelling like roses!