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merrick chuckled. he enjoyed the way her face shifted from dour to sour. there were no women before her. merrick's potential to give birth was sorely impossible.
"it won't be me to make the call then," he decided, his single eye filled with a new light. he called for @Arielle then, summoning their bruin-heart to the border for her regard of a loner with a good offer. "you can meet her for yourself."