Emberwood I got years of livin' by and how I choose

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Eleuthera nodded, easily understanding the man’s justifications. Just because a raccoon kit had not fallen into her mouth before, didn’t mean it didn’t happen. Perhaps this man, rusted over in red that she could even see in the twilight, was a more lucky soul than she. Eleuthera shrugged a willowed shoulder. That, she was certain of. “If it works, then you won’t find me questioning it." Eleuthera was much too well-traveled to be judgmental of things she didn’t know. So, instead she stepped closer, eager to learn about this man amongst the woods. “I wouldn’t worry too hard. I rather admire your ingenuity."

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