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A spiritualist. She listens, the vivid picture of the unknown Sobo clarifying within her mind. Maybe he could've taught me a thing or two, she returns the gentle grin, crystalline. he sounds like a good guy.
It burned to watch the distance fill the jade green gaze, the soft white vulnerability of reminiscing and wishing for times that were no longer. He was lucky to have you, Mireille. I'm sure he knows you miss him.
A soft sigh before her head dips to touch her temple to the warm cinnamon shoulder. I'm happy to hear about them, she muses quietly. I'm glad I can be here.