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The Gifted and the Fast

Postby Eleazar Victor Syroin on July 23rd, 2014, 6:36 pm

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The city had gone mad. One dead newt woman and the rumour of drugs floating about had caused the normal chaos of the city to evolve into something far more sinister. Even Stumble Alley was no longer safe with The Majestic being targeted. Poor Doler had been so scared, even Red couldn't get close to him. It was insane, no one so much as ventured near Stumble least of all be foolish enough to break into any shops. If it got any worse Remmy and Lotharia might make true to those angry threats they had been muttering under their breath for days now. That's if that corpse that had been found strung up by their toes wasn't their work.

Eleazar shuddered at the memory as he crept toward the roasting main streets. During this time he had mainly been spending his days in the Library, keeping out of trouble. A first for him he would admit but the city had him worried. With so much hysteria going on, it was the weak that suffered and died, and more than anyone else Eleazar knew he was weak. A fast runner maybe but still weak. The black curled figment of his imagination skipping along side him only further proved his point.

Hey big brother, where we goin'? chirped Eleanor, grinning like a cat because she knew he would answer her.

“Ta find some Mizas fer Miss Jillene, lest she try ta kick us outta our own 'ome, again.”


He shouldn't be talking to her, after having tried not to for almost two years now but in the end there was no way for him to win. Eleanor was just too damn persistent to shake off and right now the teen didn't have the energy to mentally tell himself she wasn't real each time she showed up. Beside if she was in a good mood she wasn't too bad, a bit cruel and blunt sometimes but that he could deal with. Cradling a hand that wasn't there as the daft eleven year old hoppity jumped after each stride, the alley he strolled along finally merged to the main flow of people inhabiting the city.

It was significantly quieter than usual, the crowd mainly consisting of foreigners and fools. Guess he fit into the fools category. Flattening himself against the wall of the alley, the thief watched and waited, eyes combing the flow of people of a target. Some were too poor to considers, others to guarded, one or two looked like they could, and would, happily tear him limb from limb. A few glints from another alley further along on the opposite side of the street told the teen that he wasn't the only predator out here today, like he didn't have enough to worry about.

Ignoring the competition, pale green eyes narrowed in on a bag that had momentarily been put down, perfect. Hooking his fingers over the edge of the corner of the wall, the thief threw himself forward, using the wall to help push off along with his legs. The balls of his feet bouncing of the ground as he ran, Eleazar picked up the pace, accelerating towards the bag. Unfortunately for the teen, he hadn't really been paying to much attention to whom that bag had belong to. If he had, he may have had second thoughts about grabbing it as he raced past and took off down the street, an imaginary eleven year old cursing him out as her short legs struggled to keep up.
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Postby S'Essy on July 24th, 2014, 11:16 am

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She hated the place already. Sunberth, she could never imagine a city like that. The place just made her miss Mura very much. How could people like this she didn't know but as a healer the city's whole situation got her. She was sensitive towards violence and the city was filled with it. She was afraid to come out the streets but she couldn't be a coward and she needed to at least move around or she would turn crazy.

Her bag was with her, a foolish thing to do. But she thought it was safer if she had with her. She tried to avoid looking at the people, but having the mark of Rak'keli on her forehead didn't help her too much. She got interesting look from people there. She should be more careful, walking around this would be her doom. She couldn't hide the fact of her power, her Oath didn't allow that.

And while she was walking carefully, unkowningly she got somebody's attention more. But not because of her forehead. Of her foolish thoughts that her bag was safe with her was not true. She didn't pay attention just for a moment and a man who ran past her, grabbed her bag and took it away. It happened within a few ticks and she was shocked. But she couldn't stand there forever. She was angry... she was never that angry before. The city didn't bring the best out of her, she ran after him. "HEY YOU PETCHING LITTLE...."

She never imagined that she would get robbed by a thief. But she wasn't careful either. She was just running and running after him, but he was faster. He must have been doing this for a while now. She didn't want to lose though. She was keep running, she needed her bag back, her belongings back. Her only luck was that the streets were crowded and the wrong turns of the man. It was hard to run like that, even harder in alleys.

Though it wasn't that much of help she couldn't catch him, only just keep track up with him. Desperate matter, required desperate solutions. She picked up quickly a few stones from the road. She couldn't aim well, but she was throwing some stones at him. Even if he would get hurt, she could always heal him. She was throwing the stones at him, hoping it would slow him down. She was a healer of Rak'keli yes, but that didn't mean she would allow everything.
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Postby Eleazar Victor Syroin on August 14th, 2014, 10:35 am

Like a startled windmill of arms and occasionally legs, the teen sped down the high street.The angry cry that followed in his wake sent giggles surging up from his gut. Oh how he loved the outrage that came with his work. All those that thought that 'that type of stuff happens to other people, not me' and how shocked they became when it did happen to them. Speeding away, the person he had robbed was chasing him, laboured breathes and footsteps indicating so. Near dancing through the crowded street, Eleanor was not as pleased.

Is 'is what you are gonna do with the rest of your life? Snatch and run like a coward!?

“Pretty much~”

His reply was immediate and said in a mocking cheerfulness, insanity was something he had almost gotten used to. A few odd looks from passers by as he had pretty much spoken to himself out loud, the thief dipped into a hole crowd. Weaving through a band of foreigners, he could 'feel' Eleanor racing to catch up on his left side. He didn't even have to look to know where she was, another hint at her non-existance. Still not finished, the eleven year old sneered at him, lips opening as venom dripped off every word.

Disgustin'. Do ya really 'ink mother would ha-


“Shut up.”

Did ye just tell-

“Ya tae shut up. Aye, now shut up please.”

He didn't need the conversation going down that route right now, mental torture could be saved for another day. Focusing back on where he was going, the teen had only just got his bearings when a pebble skimmed by his ear. What the? Looking back over his shoulder, Eleazar finally saw the face of the person he had robbed. Blonde hair, scaley skin, gills, purple eyes, just like Calyn the knower had had. But Calyn was dead, he had seen her burnt body being pulled from the wreckage of the orphanage nearly three years ago. So who the petch had he actually robbed?

Being the careless fool he normally was, Eleazar should really have been looking where he was going. He realized this the moment he smashed nose first into the rock hard earth of a particularly rugged patch of the street. Long spider like limbs sprawled out in a heap in the mud, the thief looked dizzily back at what had stopped his path of escape. The moment he did, he really wished he hadn't; an inconspicuous bump in the dirt sat there innocently like it hadn't tripped him up at all. Man, he was an idiot. Collecting the stolen bag from where it had fell, the teen slowly tried to get to his feet. Tried being the right word here as his ankle went into spasm, painfully sending him back down with a gritted teeth. Shyke.
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Postby S'Essy on August 14th, 2014, 1:24 pm

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She was keep throwing the stones at him. She was getting tired of the running but her belongings were with him. That was giving her power. He was looking back at her. Mocking her? She wasn't sure, she was just really angry seeing his face. He thought he could get away? Well he couldn't. He wasn't paying attention and he just fell over because of a bump he didn't see. A clumsy thief he was. It was her chance and luck to reach him.

She was taking breaths rapidly, she got tired quickly. But at last the Konti reached the thief. She was standing there as he was still holding her bag and trying to stand up. His face all messed up, but the pain was greater and he sat back. S'Essy was looking at him for a few moments, before her mind reminded herself about her Oath. Must heal everyone, enemy and friend alike. Healing without judging. She was trying to focusing on these teachings but she was frustrated and it made harder.

She knelt down to him, took away her bag impatiently from the man. Quickly checked if something was missing. Her cloak, her money pouch and everything was there. She gave out a big sigh. She looked around the place. No one was there, she felt a bit safe. Then her gaze went back at him. With her eyes she could just stab him. The hatred she felt, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. "And now if you want the pain to go, be still. I'm going to heal your 'pretty' face." She said in a highly irritated voice.

She pressed her hand on his face, covering it and closed her eyes. A deep breath and she focused on her Rak'keli mark. The warm power going through her to mend the damage she caused to the man. With that her temper chilled down also, her face's features softened. The healer pulled away her hand from his face, which looked better and let his shirt go. She raised her eyebrows."Better? Are your legs alright? Do you need me to heal them?" She asked like nothing else happened between them. "So... Who are you and why do you need my belongings?"

No judging, no judging. These thoughts were in her head and tried to find the reason why he did that. Everyone had a story.
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Postby Eleazar Victor Syroin on September 3rd, 2014, 10:29 am

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Trying to get up once again, Eleazar hit the ground for the second time, wincing as the fall jarred his injury. It seemed wiggling about was only going to make his ankle throb more, he would have lie still for a bit till it numbed off enough. Curled up on the ground the thief let out a long sigh craning his neck to see his surroundings better. In his haste he had ended up on one of the quieter streets in the city which meant fortunately there wouldn't be many muggers about. Unfortunately though, his pursuer hadn't wasted his misfortune as the blonde woman was charging up the street, bright blonde hair trailing gracefully through the air. Oh shyke.

Unable to move the thief watched her wearily with pained eyes. What was she going to do to him? Most tried to beat him to death once they had caught him but the angry female glaring him down didn't look vicious to resort to such things. This didn't stop Eleazar flinching in fright when the blonde reached his fall form and swiftly snatched her bag back out of his arms. Only vaguely aware of the soft burning of various grazes on him face, Eleazar could feel the panic rising as the woman checked over her belongings. Eleanor had caught up with him again by that point and was screaming in his left ear leaving his right ring dizzyingly as the pain of his ankle only grew worse. Shyke. Shyke. Okay he needed to calm down. Deep breathes. In and out and in and out and in and oh petch the woman was glaring at him.

Frozen in the glaze that could have burned houses to the ground, the teen's breathing hitched. Blood dripped slowly down his face as a cold sweat crept down his back. All his life Eleazar had relied on always being able to out run his problems but now he was stuck, immobile and staring his likely killer in the face. He was dead. This was it. Nineteen years and nothing to show for it, pathetic really. Only just aware that Eleanor was still ranting off at him in the background as the woman grabbed his shirt and hauled him closer, the teen scarcely dare breath. Deep purple blue eyes swam with rage as they edged closer to his own quivering green ones. His face had paled to the colour of milk when the female hissed at him. Too caught up in his own fear, the thief completely missed what had been said, mouth going dry at the tone of the words. Shyke.

Eleanor had resorted to physically shaking him now, or maybe he was just shaking anyway. The dizziness was only growing worse too as a dainty looking hand covered his bloody bruised face. What was she doing? What was she going to do to him? Expecting pain, dirty eyelids scrunched up braced for what was to come. They quickly opened again as a pleasant warm feeling spread over his face, warding off the dizziness he had felt along with it the anxiety he had felt. Eleanor's voice grew dimer and quieter till it had vanished completely and the injuries on his face no longer stung. What the petch? Unprepared for the sudden release of both his shirt and his face, the would-be-thief's body slumped against the ground.

Hauling air in and out at a steadier pace, his finger trailed his face searching for wounds that were no longer there. Finding nothing but blood and dirt, the teen redrew his attention to the calyna look-a-like. She was asking about his legs, Did he want them healed? Was that what she had done to him!? How the petch did that work? Magic? Magic. Oh shyke Magic! Trying to lunge away from the female, the teen's ankle stopped him immediately. Gritting his teeth, long fingers cawed at the dirt, dragging his body slowly along the rough ground. Tone venomous, Eleazar continued his pained struggle to get away.

“Ay don't need 'elp from no wizards. 'Specially not ones wi' faces like eh ghost's.”




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Postby S'Essy on September 3rd, 2014, 11:39 am

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Fear was in his eyes, something she wasn't used to. At least not this kind of look. He was afraid of her, not something else, she had never expected that. She never thought she would be that scary. She would hate to scare anyone, she would hate if anyone would be afraid of her. But at that moment S'Essy didn't care, in fact she was happy that he was a bit worrying about her. Not that she would do anything against him, she had no desire to make this more complicated... for herself. More injuries were just more work for her. She sighed.

When she healed him the same terrified face remained in his face. Shock, fear. She was staring at him, raising one of her eyebrows. Was he even more afraid now? What could she do? Her healing was painful? She didn't know that. Nobody told her that. If she remembered right her healing supposed to make him feel better. Maybe he was just shocked about her power. She was used to that people know the power of Rak'keli but this place... this place surely didn't have any healer around. No wonder.

Then her blood was boiling. Hardly she could stop herself now. She tried what she could, but this was too much for her. The thief tried to get away from her, but he failed so, she noticed his ankle. She was hesitating for a moment. Heal him was priority of course. She hated that, she hated that, she hated that man. With that tone. The Konti grabbed his ankle and squeezed maybe a bit hard. Then again with her gnosis gift, she mend it and let it go.

She closed her eyes. She was thinking the best way to calm down. Only one way, which was probably not the best, but hard times hard time. She was a healer of Rak'keli but she was sure her goddess can forgive her this one. She opened her eyes and without hesitating she moved her fist. With all of her power, she just hit his stomach. It hurt her fingers too though, but suddenly it was better. She felt better.

"Listen here, maybe my face is not as pretty as yours but you mention that I'm a wizard again, you'll be in bigger trouble." She wasn't even sure if he knew he wasn't exactly in trouble. She looked around, nobody was there for her luck. Petch it, she didn't even know where she was. "Oh for the gods, where am I?" If she would have a person who could escort her back. Only one.

Her eyes went back at him. He was the only one who could help but would he? And would she want that? Again the teachings were in her head. She placed her head on her palm. She wasn't lucky at all nor that man. She wasn't sure if she felt sympathy. "Look, sorry... what if we put this behind us? I'm not a wizard, I'm a healer. That's different. But I won't get into this." She checked again her bag, checked her money. "Look, you wanted money right? How about a deal? I give you 8 gold rimmed mizas if you escort me back to my place." Before he could answer she also added something, so he wouldn't try anything. "If you feel funny though, and try something else, I have friends here. They won't be happy."
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Postby Eleazar Victor Syroin on September 28th, 2014, 10:53 pm

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Unfortunately for Eleazar, still hampered with a throbbing ankle, escape wasn't an easy task; especially not through crawling. He soon remembered this once a petite hand closed around his injury. His entire body tensed solid, back arched up slightly as his mouth opened with a soft mewl of pain, eyes screwed shut. The grip tightened. Eyes flew open as the sudden gasp left the teen feeling breathless, the taste of metal covering the underside of his tongue. P-petch, it hurt. It really hurt. Trying not to inhale the earth in front of him, the teen squeaked when a strange tingly warmth covered the area.

The limb was dropped the moment the pain vanished, only serving to freak the teen out further. Hauling his ankle back as close to his body and as far away from the Calyn look-a-like, the joint was thoroughly poked and pinch for any sign that it had been injured. Discovering there wasn't any, a terrified squeak scampered out the male's throat. She had done it again! Not once but twice this woman had used magic against him. Well not exactly against him. No, that wasn't quite right, she had magicked his wounds away. So that was good, right? Or was it just a ploy? This type of behaviour didn't at all match the greedy destructive image of a wizard that the thief had been brought up to know. Was she really a wizard? Maybe she was something else entirely, not some nasty trickster with the power to burn people's insides and turn them into frogs. Caught up in trying to lure himself away from what would have been his second panic attack in less than nine days, Eleazar failed to notice the fist.

However he certainly felt it. Knuckles slammed off the soft area between his bony hips and equally as protruding ribcage, instantly curling the thief into a ball. Whimpering into the dirt, his current tormentor began to speak again. With a clearer mind this time around, he didn't miss a single word spoken at him. She seem to have taken offence to his ghost face comment, although in fairness he could have called her worse things but she also though he, him of all people, was pretty? Well that was a first. Confused for a second then fearful again as the threat followed the compliment without hesitation, Eleazar's previous dilemma was slammed back into his face. Wait, so she was wizard? But she had vaporised his injuries. What!? That didn't add up right; why would she help him, the guy that had just tried to rob her, if she was a wizard? Heck, most normal non-magical people didn't even do that much for him and she had done it twice!

Now considering hearing her out the next words that left her mouth eased his worries further. She was a healer, not a wizard; that made much more sense. So she could rapidly heal injuries at a touch? Magic or not, she wasn't a wizard and with an ability like that would make a fearsome ally. And now she was offering him money!? Woah, wait, what? She was lost. Well no surprise there, more than half the street in the city looked the same to the untrained eye. It was one of the many small defences the city had gown to protect herself against foreigners. As a local Eleazar knew most of the city like the back of his hand, despite said body part being covered regularly in mud. This was the easiest money he would probably make this entire season, no way was he turning it down. Only vaguely worried by the mention of the woman's 'friends', the teen sprung up off his feet giddy with the thought of mizas. Giving her a quick mock bow and a contagious smile, the thief adopted his usual slouch as he spoke.

“Fer ate 'ole lettle gold'n mizas? Sure. Ay'll be 'appy ta 'elp ya, Miss 'ealer. Where es et ya want ta be escorted tae?”

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Postby S'Essy on October 10th, 2014, 6:32 pm

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Like a real nightmare. But she had to admit, she still had luck. His unlucky actions were her luck. As she was staring at the thing boy, she just felt sorry for her. That moment she realized how bad is the situation in Sunberth. He surely didn't have a bath for a long time, nor he eats regularly. Or if he did surely not much. S'Essy started to regret that she punched the thief. What example he saw all of his life? What chances did he have ? Her face's features softened and she calmed down. She could do more harm to him, than he could to her, which meant something.

Still she had to be careful. She didn't want to let her guard down. She pulled out her cloak from her backpack and put it around her. The Konti needed to hide her features this time. His accent was really strange. She hardly understood her anything. She was looking funny at him, when she realized that he wanted her to tell him where she wanted to go. "Aquillar... erm. Hot spring! Yes Aquilla Hot Spring." She just wanted to go there and rest.. a lot. This was enough jogging.

Before she took her bag to her back she also picked 4 gold mizas and gave it to Elea. "You'll get the rest when you successfully took me back. I give you one chance. Please..." She pressed the word please. "...try not blow it up." She tired to be nice and show an example to him. Not sure if it would help, but at least she could help him with a little money if nothing else. She was following the thin boy on the road, she put on her hood. "So how did you get in here? You were born here? What's your story?" She also looked down at his stomach area. "Is it alright? Did I hit too hard?"
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Postby Eleazar Victor Syroin on October 21st, 2014, 2:37 pm

Buzzing off the thought of money, the teen waited patiently for the ghost faced woman to sling on a cloak. Ahh I guess, she might have realised just how much she stood out. Well that would certainly make guiding her though the city. The less eyes noticing her, the less eyes recognising him as that punk that nab their bag that one time. A win-win in his mind. Done with that the woman seemed to take a moment to reply, confusion etched into her features. Huh? Was there something wrong with what he had said? Or maybe it was just the way he said it. The thief did speak fairly fast, slowing down a fraction or two might help the foreigner to understand better.

Aquilla? Hot Springs? She probably mean the little bath house just out of town, run by that old couple. Eleazar wasn't overly familiar with the place, hardly surprising given the state of him but he did know how to get there. Pondering for a moment, the teen began to plot the best route from where they were to where they needed to go. Across a few streets then up and out the main street seemed like the best way to go. That way they would avoid the majority of the poised-to-mug alley scum that clung to the narrow streets like smoke stains on a window; using the crowds as cover from those like him.

Distracted with plotting the teen visible flinched as the four rathe cold coins were placed in his hand. Blinking, He carefully flipped then over, indeed only counting four of the eight promised. A question written on his face, the female beat the words before they had even left his mouth. He was getting the rest once he had gotten her there. Smart girl, she was learning. Although she still had a lot to learn, he noted as she put her bag back over her cloak instead of under it where it would have been harder to reach. Oh well, he would just have to be a little more wary of those around them; Eleazar thought as the coins were slipped into his coat pocket. After all he had one chance at easy money and he wasn't going to 'blow it up' as she had put it.

Starting down the street, he kept at a slow pace till the blonde caught up, hood now covering her features. A scrawny street rat and a hooded figure were much more likely to blend in than some bright blonde haired ghost woman wandering about on her own. Huh? Her questions had taken a bit off guard, nobody had bother to asked about him beyond his name before. Although she had phrased it in an odd way. Get in here? His story? What was he now some sort of book now? Bemused at such a notion, he raised an eyebrow at her enquiries; answering in a slower and clear way than before, accent still as thick as a brick.

“Ya 'ave an odd way o' puttin' et but yes, Ay was born 'ere. As fer mi story Ay don't really 'ave one ta tell. Woke up 'is mornin' ta mi landlady nearly knockin' mi door down, set out ta get the wee bit o' rent Ay was short 'en nearly got turned into a frog by 'is blonda wi' 'e face o' a ghost. Now esscortin' 'er through 'e city. 'Ere ya go a story ta wow 'e world.”

His tone was relaxed and light, almost making their meeting seem comical in his description. His eye brow sprung jumped again at the mention of the punch dealt to him. Did she hit too hard? Well by sunberthian standards, not even close. Sure it still stung a little but it hadn't exactly burst any internal organs, only given him some light bruising nothing major.

“Oh. Nah Ay've 'ad a lot worse. Can barely feel et now. What about ya? What's yer story? Ay mean ya not from round 'ere. Been ta some excitin' places? Met some interestin' people? Rescued some 'andsome prince from a nasty tyrant?”
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Postby S'Essy on November 10th, 2014, 2:53 pm

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First he was surprised then he was eagerly was counting the coins. When he noticed she was only giving half of the payment he looked up confused. After her explanation he didn't ask anything he just went ahead of her. The Konti took a deep breath and blew it out. No judging, no judging, no judging. She was still wondering if it was a good idea. She had no choice and she had to be brave... she was brave enough to walk around alone. This was literally only a small she had to pay for her own stupid act.

S'Essy caught to the thief and was walking beside him. How ironic. One moment she was trying to reach him, now they are walking next to each other. She looked at the man and was checking him out a bit. He was all dirty, no doubt it. He was also very thing, obviously not eating enough and looked really sickly. That was the moment when she started to feel sorry for him really.

She listened to him. Not much he told her about himself. But she could see what was going on, at least sort of. Her eyebrows went up when he said ghost face again. She didn't get angry about again though. She just let it go. At least new creative adjective. Not a pet fish, but a ghost faced woman. Also his speaking was just all weird. It took her attention to understand everything he said. "I see. Not one of your usual days I assume?"

He was fine, not like she could hit hard but she knew that sometimes she could be dangerous about combat... unintentionally. He was asking for the Konti's story. She chuckled when he mentioned handsome prince from a nasty tyrant. Okay he had some humor it seemed. But she couldn't tell him, she didn't trust him that much. "I'm not. I'm from an island called Mura. Home of my people and yes I have been in some exciting places. And yes I rescued a handsome prince from a nasty tyrant. He is with me, so behave."

After much walking and sneaking they arrived to the Hot Springs finally. Her heart was beating faster but she was relieved. "Finally!" She never thought she would be so happy to see it. "Here is your remaining fee." She gave the rest to him. Then an idea stuck into her mind. "Okay come in and wait there I'll be right back." She ran to her room, dropped her cloak and bag to the bed and picked exactly enough coins to get to the private bath. She might regret it but... she wanted to help. She had to help for his health. She was a healer damn it! She went back down to him where he was waiting. "Just to brighten your day even more. I invite you for a bath. You.... need one. I'm not sure when you had one but ... so are you up for it? Don't worry no nasty things, no handsome prince with me and no others will be there."

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