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Sorsha
Seeing the shadow of his bent figure extending a hand to him, she begins to smile undetected, the dark surroundings lending a wondrous camouflage. Detestable, hateful reality! ~ Why should I be in a hurry to return to it? ~ The unhappiness shrouding her is so immense, she begins to giggle softly to herself as a glint appears in her eyes.
"Alright, Legolas... I'm coming." ~ She reaches out to hold his hand, allowing him to pull her up slightly. Then, quick as a lightning whip, jerks him forward. As he stumbles forward, her delighted laugh is silenced by fearful regret ~ Does he despise and resent me now?
She watches the elf, her pulse turning rather erratic.
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