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Aenyral had a strange expression on his face as he turned from viewing the porthole, "Why yes... it is. Do you like it?" he asked, his tone open and friendly, but his eyes guarded, "I often take one flower... where I can find it. It supposedly brings good luck, and perhaps, will keep the air fresh..." it wasn't a total lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either, and Konneke, if she had any wits would realise this. "There is another reason, of course, but it is tied in with that 'long story' I mentioned earlier. You know, the one about the prince, the princess and of course the evil villian." Aenyral's eyes hardened, "It serves as a reminder of the past, and that life is fragile, and just as a flower wilts, and dies, changing, so does life. To enjoy it whilst you can, to savour every breath, look forward to the future, move on, and relish the present. After all, the next breath you draw might be your last. But why worry?" Aenyral smiled sadly, "After all, you can't protect everyone..." he fell silent, knowing he'd said too much.
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