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i redesigned my pone :3c

              a red jenny, another one in the inquisition? at least it wasn’t his decision, because a marcher and a red jenny were two things asking for trouble bundled into one convenient body. silently he’d watch the other man, sipping from his glass of starkhaven red ( an acquired taste, after atreus’ wheedling him into trying it ) from across the herald’s rest.

The girl nervously fiddled with her fingers, shaking slightly. Oh, how had she gotten into this mess? What a foolish child, little girls didn’t belong in the woods, never had, never will, and never ever did she want to. She should know by now, not to stick her nose into anything. What does she do? Exactly that, she thought she saw her dear father, but now that she was lost in this eerie place is when logic sunk in. Why in the world would her father be here? Silly girl, though that did not  stop her from trying, though her meek voice would never penetrate the thick silence of the wood. Only creatures  so near her face would be able to make out what she muttered. Or perhaps inhabitants of the dark home that were so used to the density that they could pick up on any subtle indifference, the  differences that this child caused.

                                                                        is the kitchen clear of cockroaches again...?”

        “I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me.”