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She took a seat beside the taller man, glancing up at him once she managed to get comfortable.

My mother mentioned you to me. You are from the long salt, the sea! She was still wrapped up in some exhausted joy from the dancing, giggles coming off her tongue at the exclamation.

It is good to meet you, Rhaegal Sveijarn. As she spoke, she gave him a good once over, before focusing her riverstone eyes on his face. The doe, mentally, gave her mother the wolf equivalent of a high five. This one was hale and hearty. And brooding on the outskirts, why, be still her beating heart!

If you do not mind it, I would like to ask you questions about the village. Of course, if you have any in return, please do ask me. The doe chimed, waiting for a response before launching into question.