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words and honeyed voice entrapped the bard, and had his joints the range, his head would've set to his palmpads with a dreamy tilt.

slavo sighed, then rose. he stretched his back and shook out his tasseled coat, ridding it of the chunkier bits of forest floor debris. with a motion he shifted the bangs off of his eyes, and gave the tall, dark stranger a warm smile.

"tchell mi," his head tilted, inquisitively leaning in to better take in the man's scent. "vhat kind ouf laif does ae shorewolf laik yeau lead, vhen nout being ae sight for sore eyes?" the "sore eyes" in question, glimmered like a boy's.