thinking about scruffy, twigs-and-leaves-in-her-hair barely 6 year old niki. dirt smeared across her cheek, her blue eyes filled with fire and determination already. the one that snatched my friendship emerald off my belt, the one that somehow, managed to slide under vendor carts and over a horse and almost lose me in the crowd. except, she didn’t, ‘cause i followed her back to the little cave she was tucked in with all the treasures she’d painstakingly earned being the world’s youngest professional thief. and then i talked to her, tossed her a gapple in exchange for my emerald back, and brought her home with me. i miss my adopted daughter, man.
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