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<3 <3 <3 saaame!!! I love them so much!!

μόνο αυτό που επιλέγουμε, he tried to remain composed, but a smile broke the corner of his lips - mischievous, and small, and one that brushed his eyes. Fleeting - but her eyes were so fixed on him, he thought she must have seen it, even as he had seen her tremble, even as he saw new wonder fill her eyes.

Does owl show himself when he calls in the night, when you see his eyes in the dark of the woods? he had given her language, and a face to place with it. A voice, and pieces of thought. Showing face and form was one thing, showing name and heart, another.