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Two nods for the two questions, and her scarred features furled beneath the gleam of an unbidden smile. ”Dragomir, and Isilmë. My little dragon and trouble-doer,” her voice was saccharine, her tone was doting, and then turned considering of Dulce herself. ”You might come to like it at ze Lake, you know.”

”Until then, I should be returning!” With a pearling farewell and well-wishing, Aurëwen scooped up her bouquet once more and hastened for the Lake, her thicket, and her children; fitfully leaving the bursting, voracious meadow and her amiable acquaintance behind.