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"Whatever gave you that idea, dearest Alae?" Arlyth asked innocently, his eyes glittering wickedly. Then he sighed, "S'pose I'd better get dressed." and tugged on his tunic, valuted to his horse, and pulled out a bag of nuts, and nibbled on them. "Whenever your ready, Lord Alaerth?" the young elf said, his tone oddly neutral, but still respectful. He seemed to always use the formal 'Lord' tagged onto the front of Alaerth's name now. He never did with Alae. Maybe it was to do with how held his cousins in terms of closeness, keeping Alaerth at bay with formality... who knows?
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