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A hair pin?
An escort out of her home had been a surprise in itself -- the gift the Glaive offered another reaction entirely.
Hand reached out to take it, studying the intricacies of the item. It was beautiful. And it had been so long since she’d received something that wasn’t tied up in political facades... Oh. Had she even spoken yet?
❝Thank you. I apologize, I am genuinely without words. I was not expecting any of this.❞
















