[ She pouts. Molars clenched and knees bobbing because he can do anything he wants, really. Isn't he the Dragon of Netsach, the Voidseeker, the ever-powerful founder of a place that makes her mother light up as if the last year and a half never happened, as if...
She shrugs, a careless, do whatever you want gesture that speaks of resignation more than anything else.
Can't stop you, she mutters inwardly. All I am is a toothpick anyway. ]
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She shrugs, a careless, do whatever you want gesture that speaks of resignation more than anything else.
Can't stop you, she mutters inwardly. All I am is a toothpick anyway. ]