The grey mare’s greeting to them claims her as a resident of the land. Lucrezia lets an ear flicker forward at her words of welcoming. She, however, is surprised to hear the name of Magnus fall off her lips. Their land was no stranger to this grey resident of the redwoods terrain.
Dahmer gives her a push forward, indicating she would be the one to speak about Magnus. Lucrezia had recently spoken to Magnus. She had always found herself in such a presence, sharing and building a kinship together. Their opposites had attracted to one another, and their desire for something in this second chance of life aligned together perfectly. Magnus had become a good friend of hers.
“Magnus fairs very well.” A smile grows across her lips. However, she does not say anything more on the matter of Magnus right now. The grey mare had never given her name. If there is another thing she learned from her devil father, Rodrik, it was not to share such information without knowing the other truly. This time, as rare as it often is, she listens to his lesson she received as a young filly.
Her attention is quick to draw to Dahmer. She laughs softly at his side comment. Lucrezia knows that he would always be the one to make someone laugh or lighten up a dull or sad conversation. “Yes, it does smell nice here.” It only stirs memories of the Chamber—good and bad thoughts mixed into one.
“You did not give us your name,” Lucrezia addresses her nutmeg gaze back to the grey mare. A soft smile lingers on her lips still, pressing the mare for her name in a politer manner than demanding for it. Lucrezia has always been about eloquence in conversations and making sure all proper things were said before going further. After all, she was trained in the very highest manner of diplomat skills as a young girl by her father and held quite some years in a diplomat position in the Deserts.
Dahmer gives her a push forward, indicating she would be the one to speak about Magnus. Lucrezia had recently spoken to Magnus. She had always found herself in such a presence, sharing and building a kinship together. Their opposites had attracted to one another, and their desire for something in this second chance of life aligned together perfectly. Magnus had become a good friend of hers.
“Magnus fairs very well.” A smile grows across her lips. However, she does not say anything more on the matter of Magnus right now. The grey mare had never given her name. If there is another thing she learned from her devil father, Rodrik, it was not to share such information without knowing the other truly. This time, as rare as it often is, she listens to his lesson she received as a young filly.
Her attention is quick to draw to Dahmer. She laughs softly at his side comment. Lucrezia knows that he would always be the one to make someone laugh or lighten up a dull or sad conversation. “Yes, it does smell nice here.” It only stirs memories of the Chamber—good and bad thoughts mixed into one.
“You did not give us your name,” Lucrezia addresses her nutmeg gaze back to the grey mare. A soft smile lingers on her lips still, pressing the mare for her name in a politer manner than demanding for it. Lucrezia has always been about eloquence in conversations and making sure all proper things were said before going further. After all, she was trained in the very highest manner of diplomat skills as a young girl by her father and held quite some years in a diplomat position in the Deserts.
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