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”I’m glad you approve of my purchase.” ~ She spoke lightly, reaching out for the spoon and scooping up a portion of the soup ~ What an odd way she has about doing things. ~ The creamy concoction slid down her throat cautiously, not quite the same as how her usual clear broths tasted back home – if there was a home ~ Good thing that my shoes are still alright, or I would have had to go back to the shops for new ones, tomorrow. ~ “Before I forget, some young fellow came up to me in the mart earlier on.” ~ Her voice was softer ~ “By the looks of it, he has an inquisitive mind that got distracted by some other prophet of a kind.” ~ Her troubled eyes looked at the wine goblet warily ~ “He claimed to have lost his parents…”
Stop babbling like a little sentimental fool. ~ Glancing at Sayn, she resisted the urge to frown at her own disadvantage ~ “What I’m trying to say, is that we seem to be attracting a few unwanted passersby today.” ~ Her fingers stroked the stem of the goblet thoughtfully ~ “We need a plan, in case we are split up…” ~ Oh, you little fool! Don’t give her any ideas… ~ “… and how to shake off these harassing folk.” ~ Here, she pursed her lips, breathing more heavily.
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