Ankyra Sound make a den, build a fire; later, the smoke will taste like plums
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She speaks of her foes and he is not surprised. Of course she has. Her history is written clearly across her face and he has yet to translate each memory laced across her form. But she takes his bait, whether or not she needs it—of course she does—and Sirio watches as she gives him the chance to prove his worth. She is quick to turn before he can even open his mouth to say anything, watching her disappear back into the depths. Did she seem a little shaken? He narrows her eyes when she is lost from sight, waiting a little while longer before he takes the final steps of his acceptance into Grimnismal.
i want i want i want i want i want;
am i repulsive in my wanting