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Has he already been to hell and back? He didn't remember. But the thought managed to send a twinge of pain through his chest. He didn't want go back if he was already top side. But smoking was his own way of dealing. Just like she had her herbs. [Color=silver]"Can't help that, you know."[/color]

 His gaze slid from her, shifting to the sight. Ample auras interspersed the air. Its fluctuation of constantly moving energy filled the entire space like a dense fog.  

Di's energies flowed with her apparition, she mentioned something to Rue. But on a touchy subject with Marie, her auras sparked. 

Then Di went off to the humans, unseen. 

Ravus crossed his arms, Marie may have handled things well enough. Her auras told a different story. Energy pressed around the offered cup, silent tension at the sight of her disturbed garden. 

The girl's own aqua-hued auras wrapped around her body, as though she were drawing inward. Her hand reached for the cup and she managed a small smile, she spoke softly but the tension had definitely transfered. Well, not like the kid knew any better. 


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[Color=dimgray]    "I-I hope you don't mind..."[/color] Freya held up the few sprigs she'd gathered, [color=dimgray]"I'm sorry. I should've asked first."[/color] The tea cup shook in her hand. She bit her lip and averted her gaze, then stepped back and quietly sampled the tea. Here she went on her first day and already she blundered it with the landlady. If she kept this up she'd get kicked out and then where'd she be? She wasn't going back home to her parents, heck no. Not happening. She lifted the sprigs and smelled them, there wasn't anything like this back home. 

Then she peeked up, [color=dimgray]"Is it okay if I could help make up for this?"[/color] Gardening or even cleaning, whatever she could to compensate. 

Another tenant popped a good question, one she hasn't thought of asking herself. Where exactly were they going to be staying in? Was there something about the house she hadn't been told about? Either way, this was it. No matter what came, she had to make it work. 

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