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The fellahin quarters are hidden well underground, and Inji had slowly grown accustomed to this. Slowly, she'd begun to decorate hers — mostly with wildflowers, perhaps a bedfur neatly tucked in the corner of her bedchamber. It felt odd to have such room, such privacy all to herself.
And still, she was not always alone. Men saunter the halls in search of companions, and up until now, the windswept girl had kept to herself. Nerves, or perhaps a lack of desire.
But as Tuna had said — it was all part of her job.
And so, she greets the neb as he passes by with a charming grin. Lovely roses you've got there, she chirps, gesturing to the blooms within his narrow jaws. Customer service mode activated — big eyes, coy smile, alert ears. who gave them to you?