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the little thing truly was a gift from above!

eat your fill, anaëlle! and although her voice raised, it did not lose its kindness. she wished to see the little thing feast beyond her skin and bones.

assuming the little thing began a feast, treva continued her conversation. prepared to have the other simply listen.

i am shabti, queen to akashingo. i will name you sesh for now, for your knowledge of plants and midwifery. her green gaze was alight with joy. but i wish for you to spend your days close to me. you are a wonderful delight and i might give you all you need.