"Takes one to know one. The touch of others gets me sick to the core, so sorry to disappoint you there. Ringing bells isn't my thing." Xerc snapped. She soon went silent after that, busy with Scarlet and reading through a book that had a leather cover, each page was filled to the brim with words that sometimes didn't make the slightest bit of sense. She chuckled, not over a specific thing, but more to what was happening around her.
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Scarlet patiently followed behind Cedric, looking down at the camp with wonder. "Who's Matt?" She asked, taking two steps to the side and looking up at him again. No one ever told her anything important, because she wasn't needed in her her own eyes. Only Xerc would care if she died, no one else. Such a sad time for someone her age.