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tamar felt herself redden at the idea.

was it a strange offer or did she only find it strange because she was still unused to being sought out for conversation? the girl nodded.

smoothing down the coverlets over the fragrant pine branches, which she had pulled and trimmed to ensure no sharp edges, the young mereoan retreated to the denmouth and sat there placidly, tail wrapped around her forepaws and features entreating towhee to speak first.