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Leia was forever grateful for all that Bado did for her. He was like a father to her, but she would never say that aloud. It would be far too presumptuous, she felt. (Uncle was probably more fitting anyway) That’s why she was eager to leave home when she was 18. After all he had done, Leia didn’t want to be a burden for any longer than necessary. For about a year, she had been living on her own and it was going well! She did miss home, though. Both her home in the sea and her home at the blacksmith’s so she made a habit of visiting the home she could visit.

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Lily always seemed more absent-minded than usual on her days off. Maybe it was because she spent her energy working on something easier for, say, the namesake three sisters to do together. But Violet had her own dreams now, and Odette... Well, who knew where Odette had gone?

Those days off were usually spent relaxing, playing her lute, or occasionally reading a book and hoping her attention stayed focused. Today, however, Lily found herself aimlessly wandering the island, looking for something to do.

That was how she found herself in front of a blacksmith’s shop. She admired the shining armor and weapons inside, before noticing both an instrument and music box. Well, she supposed she could head inside, check things out. She had the time.

She walked inside but didn’t immediately see anyone. 

“Hello...?”

Why hewwo there...

It only made sense to get this over with, while she still had a pass. She’d already put it off for a while, and she didn’t have the money to be visiting Arcadia every other week... But waiting until her next visit would encourage her to keep putting it off. At this rate, she’d just never do it. So now was the time to break the cycle.

Eve looked up at the building in front of her and slid her hand into her purse. Her fingertips found the small parcel, wrapped in a silken handkerchief. Her feet stayed locked in place, both by trepidation... and this guilty anticipation.

Part of her wanted to see him again. Just once.

She breathed in, then sighed.

The anxiety in her chest seemed to have a grip on her throat. Timid, slight footsteps heralded her presence on the wooden floor, though her heartbeat muted them as she nudged the door open.