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Skye gave Cal an amused grin, looking him up and down. "Too young, eh? You look older than me, if even only by a little bit. But you know us rowdy half-elves, we have no taste and all that." she winked roguishly, then waved the bartender over. "Sorry about the previous commotion," she appologized, giving him some money in compensation, then ordering another drink. "Please give me the bill for whatever drinks these other folk order, I'd appreciate it." Once he had bustled off, she stretched and sighed contentedly. "It's not like I chose to be who I am, but I can't really change it. I never knew my parents, since they both chose to ignore the whole "incident," so I pretty much raised myself. It's what matters on the inside in the end, right?" she gave a slightly sad smile, violet eyes looking off into the distance.
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