Sawtooth Spire I'm the opposite of moderate

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The sound of another's voice made her pause, bicolored eyes turning to peer around the lands until they'd settled on the source. Another female, it seemed, which immediately put Eshe on edge. There was a part to her that assessed herself against every other that she encountered and she was not foolish to the way that made her feel. It was exhausting, in its sense, but she could do little else. She had not been able to change that. She had not truly tried either. "Hello." She offered in return, but she made no move to be more open or friendly than that. 

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