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Ainhoa had found slumber in the momentary solitude. She lay with head rested atop outstretched paws, completely unaware of the other's presence until hearing his voice. Somewhat embarassed, she blinked away her drowsiness and flopped onto her side in a sort of quasi-submission. She did not know who this was, so it felt safe to assume he was another Eisen.

The sylph yawned and smiled in slight embarassment. Excuse me, she whispered, hoping that he had not taken offense. Her words were soft and lilted, well-masked by the foreign accent. Good evening, Ainhoa replied, turning her attention back toward the sky.