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Her laughter warmed him. And he couldn't help but join in quietly. His laughter was not boisterous or loud. Just quiet and his own. Her's however, danced and swirled and was rather quite enjoyable. He could hear the happiness in it.

He listened to her speak of the birds that flew and flitted around the area. I see it.

He was about to ask about what type of birds, when. Suddenly her laughter faded and he turned to look at her. Are you alright?

There was concern in his face and voice. She had been so happy and suddenly it was snuffed out like shadows had came and settled upon her soul. It filled him with a trepidation of the likes he didn't know, and he didn't like it. What could make such a sweet youngling so burdened.