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As a vain creature, she’d hoped he might comment on her beauty, in comparison to the gleaming shell he’d brought her- and she was left to simmer slightly with her disappointment when he merely agreed. She did not like being denied a compliment, but she reminded herself that Ancelin was a boy- boys sometimes needed a bit more prodding to shape them into what a girl wanted them to be.

He fished for information, which was to her advantage. ”I been buthy,” She sighed, dramatically, though she paused to appreciate his form when he stretched. A faint grin creased the corners of her eyes. Even scarred as he was, her patchwork suitor was easily an eye-catcher. He didn’t often smile this way either- but she didn’t interpret it as being fishy simply because she craved his smiles so much.

She sighed. ”Prophet’th thtill not back. Pwetty shuwah he’th jutht not gonna come back.” she growled softly. ”Tho I been pickin’ up hith thlack.” She said, rolling her shoulders as though to loosen up tired muscles. 

If he wouldn’t compliment her, maybe he’d pity her. 

”I’m tired of bein’ walked out on.” She admitted, turning her stony gaze away- without denying herself a glimpse of his reaction.