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She tried not to show the thoughts that swam within her mind, pulling a soft smile to her lips. Better this way? That she be forced away from the pack like the non-familial weed that she had been? She couldn’t help but take it personally; Avicus had always favoured her own, at the end of the day- no matter how hard “Lilia” had tried. Ameline swore she would not be the same. 

She squinted lightly at the thought of being right, and cast a faraway glance into the distance. How everlasting would this banishment be? How would she be received if she visited the borders again someday? 

”Maybe not alwayth.” She said softly. After all- Mulherin seemed glad enough to see her, perhaps the others might be too. She thought primarily of Augur, New Snow, and Redd. Her gaze, now softened, returned to him. ”You’re welcome to vithit uth,” She said, giving him a light nudge. ”Well, ‘welcome’ ith too light a word. Encouraged,” She corrected herself.