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“There’s a story... of a girl who died on an island fifty miles from Pluere,” Natalya began in seemingly unadulterated indifference--as if this story is similar to the likes of those talking about the weather, “They said she was supposed to be treasure hunting; but a storm brewed and she never made it.”
She paused for a moment. “She’s been haunting that island ever since. Nobody who came there got out.”
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Eh, Lilli? [ crouches down to her level ] What are you doing out here by yourself? [ pauses nervously ] Are- are you lost?
Hi miss Lien~! I was chasing a- uh- a- Schmetterling. Where’d it go?
🍙 - ginger candies
[he’s absolutely confused by these]
...What’s this? Is it for me?
[ she's sPRINTING TO HIS CART ] S- sir! Are you still open? [ she has a list crumpled up in her hand- this is the Most Frantic search for spices ]
[shoots her a smile] For you, ma’am, I am.
[chuckles with a wink] What do you need?
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[ lost child: spotted ] [ isn't it past curfew?? what is she doing in the promenade ] What are you doing out of your cabin, chaton?
[sleepy] this is... bed. [head begins drooping she’s so sleepy]
"Ah, Miss Tasya, I heard you were sick?" She holds up the pot of soup she brought with her, "I brought you this..."
Currently, Tasya was looking through the crack in her door, a handkerchief pressed lightly against her nose and mouth as to not get any germs on her guest.
“Ah-” She turned her head to sneeze, and then sniffled, turning back to the door with an apologetic smile. “That’s very kind of you, Lien.” Slowly, she opened the door; the heat was turned up quite a bit. “Would you like to come in?”
