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She squinted at him. Did he really know now? A tiny smirk appeared on her young face. Why don't ya tell meh then? She asked in a sweet voice, not believing he truly knew. Only with evidence that he knew what the hell he was talking about would she believe him, and so far he had not answered even one of her questions about "fucking". Too bad he might be a liar - Chusi didn't like liars, not even if they were cute.

Ingram, how strange. She supposed every name was a little strange in it's own way, but "Ingram" sounded very unusual. Was he lying about this too? Or was this really his name? Fuck- she did not like being confused.

Her eyes opened suddenly as he started to walk, feeling her hackles prickling in her neck as he came closer. The fuck was his problem? She felt herself strangely disappointed when he went past her and her eyes followed his every move as she turned around. I told ya. She said, hurrying to not be left behind. I'm searchin' for Kjalarr - for Saltwinter. Not even with this boy around had she forgotten her true reason for being here. What about ya? She asked. She felt it only fair that she knew just as much about him as he of her.