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sorry for the wait!

the aroma of a sister; ah, ambrosia, how wonderful it is! she sighs as their foreheads touch, the connection between them—though never broken—revitalized at once. capable apart. . .but much stronger together.

indeed, she responds, one corner of her mouth curling in a devilish smile. there is mirth, sparkling in her precious-metal stare, tucked away in the playfully curved cheek. tell me of your quarry thus far.

for her part, anarkali has nothing. no tales, no conquests, no bounty.

she will live vicariously through her jewel-sister—for now.