Ocean's Breath Plateau feathers drenched in sunflower yellow

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the woman spoke but one syllable before she rose, forcing armand to move aside. briefly he felt the sting of annoyance, but it mattered not, for it was swallowed up by curiosity. quiet, she said, and heed her he did. it took some expanse of time before armand was able to stand, though he trembled with each step; he moved to her side all the same and met her lovely expressive eyes, the face of upturned flowers in a deluge. words tremoured upon his tongue -- to ask where she would lead, to ask what she would show him -- he said nothing and waited.[/tr][/td][/table]