Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

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He stares at her, and she stares back and she can see him searching her eyes with something she cannot identify. Perhaps it is the availibilty of a man that matched her sense of authority around her that pulls the feeling of want from the woman, a feeling she sorely missed around that of which she called her husband. Nevertheless, his attention was not for her but the information she could give, and thus, she was restrained from advancing further. But what is more curious is the look of utter desolation within his features, something that even she could not say she understood. "Almost two years," She sits down, knowing she will not be leaving the conversation for some time. "Died in childbirth," She lacks the empathy she could have given, but Meldresi is not a senstive subject to her; not after her name was used to restrain Nemesis's authority in Blackfeather Woods.

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