Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

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The stranger veered away from caution, and ventured on to curiousness within her mind. While she remained diligent that he would not pass her borders, which each passing word that left his lips, she was drawn as bit by bit did her deattached facade fall. It was not by his charms but by the overall complexity of his nature; something so dark it was almost able to match her own persona. Only one other had been able to do such a thing, and he was currently sitting at the bottom of her ranks. However, her eyes narrowed as he called her by a title she had not been called since the reign of Burke. Sister. He spoke it with a knowingness she could not ignore, and it signified al she needed to know. He was of the Brotherhood. "Meldresi," Finally, she breathes out; the name a ghost on her lips, quite literally. "Meldresi has been dead for a very long time," She speaks it with a tone that verges on something unknown to her, a tinge of something odd. Whatever it may be, she does not speak the proclamation of Meldresis's deceased state with forlorn eyes, as the other's do. Ignoring the abruptancy of her earlier tone, her eyes searching the other's with a morbid intruigue as to what his reaction would be.

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