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neither had noticed her, but the man's stance seemed unncessarily dominant, tail flung high. from where she was, she heard only the depth of his voice. she chose to draw near then, the amiablity of her stance countering his own, and realized she knew the male from an earlier meeting. "i do," she murmured gently through her accent. "hello again," eshamun went on, addressing the man with a quiet curve of her lips before focusing her attention on the woman again.