The Heartwood i had seen the submarine.

Harlyn watched the stranger silently, waiting for his response. When it came, she was slightly baffled by it. Does the heart actually beat? What an odd thing to say. It seemed all at once skeptical and deeply philosophical. For a moment, the Cinderloch wasn't certain of what to make of it. But then, clarity came to her, and she stepped towards him with utter confidence.

She paused within a few feet of him, closing her eyes even as her smile wrapped across her muzzle. After a moment she admitted, "Yours does." Her eyelids flickered back to reveal the smouldering embers beneath that were trained upon his pale face, "So why should not others?"

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