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MOOD <3 im sorry

lestan took a step forward, a little whine rising in his throat. "let me walk you, really. it's not so far. we didn't — well, i wanted to tell you about the glen of orange trees i found."
his voice was hopeful. they must be parted for a while, while lestan puzzled out what to do, but that did not mean they needed to dissipate immediately. "don't cry. we just — we leap when we are sure, all right?"
gazing in reverie's eyes, after all, brought him a bright and lambent peace he was not yet ready to surrender.