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Mazoi,

She crooned in a low voice, charmed by the word. It reminded her of times well before. She wondered if Mazoi was like the last title she held, then wondered if it really mattered.

He simply told her to excel.

Dark features split into a sly grin. An exposure of her teeth, perhaps as much a display of her trade as it was a show of some sliver of pride.