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bridget's jubilation inspired that in teya, and she looked off toward the surface of the lake with greater gaiety. "i like phantom of the river. call me that," she chuckled, turning toward bridget.
her tone was a bit warmer; she found herself flushing at the first hint of something like flirtation surfacing, and pushed it steadily away.
the cardinal deserved more than another rebound from her stupid, fickle soul.
"sometimes lightning strike over water. i wonder if only few fish see it, though. others not believe." a wry look tugged at her face. "sometimes i think about fishing in ocean. i should — should see sapphique."
she'd spent so many years mired in herself she had missed out on any sort of relationship with sorana. but — she could try.