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In answer, Isabeau gives a soft shriek, to which Mistral smirks further ~ "She'd like to snort at you, but she can't."
Gazing at him with concern, she strokes Isabeau's feathers absently ~ "I hope you've had enough rest...you erm... certainly showed your appreciation of it." ~
She lapses into silence, wondering whether to inform him about the latest treachery that had just occurred.
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