Blacktail Deer Plateau the swelling of broken violins

fade here and have another at TL?

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teaghlaigh. armand mulled the name of her country over in his mind, pondering what it meant. he decided at length that it did not matter, and smiled wanly at olive. "i do not mind speaking with you," the boy murmured as a tremble overtook him. the breath that emanated forth from his muzzle rose in a pale plume. "i am tortured, olive, but perhaps the distraction of a new place will give me a renewed focus."
a newborn fawn, the child shakily gathered himself to his paws and regarded his companion with a mingling of gratitude and new affection in his eyes. "will you take me there now, dolce uccello?" trepidation entered his heart — surely olive would not refuse! but perhaps she would find him wanting.[/tr][/td][/table]