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Ladisha's eyes glittered with humour,
"I was under the impression you knew how to play as well as I," the White Cloak grunted and she glanced at him, "Getting uncomfortable, are we? Well, we can;t allow that to happen," she altered her flows of air to seat him firmly on the ground. The White Cloak started growling as he felt his bonds shift and spat in disgust, bringing a round slap on his face that left him goggling up at Ladisha,
"You will not be spitting on my expensive carpets, young man. Do that again and I'll stuff your mouth with your own stalkings!" with a sniff she returned to her seat across Ailurin, smoothing out her skirts and making a move that would trap him eventually, and take awhile before he noticed.
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