Sawtooth Spire Here are the holy birds

irl is always a priority, no need to apologize!

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There is a fondness suddenly and upon her mouth a lip will curl. This will not go unnoticed by the jackal whose teeth bare broadly in return. A winding grin.

“Yucatec Mayan,” he's purring with recognition. “How is your canyon God?” The question asked with a flick of creek droplet off one pointed ear. Then with resonant and mischievous laughter, "To bathe, gbgb

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. That is Kemet."