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    Lacking her sensory puddle, Annalise didn't have a heads up on Nephele’s approach, until she spoke. As soon as she did, she had to resist the overwhelming urge to slam her hammer into the friendly face, as she didn't remember just what it even did; honestly, she didn't even remember what the armor did. It was just a selection to push people to the side, and keep them there. Evidently, Nephele didn't work on the same system of thought, as she stood close enough that she could be “eaten" with ease.

Internally, the Mimic Slime worked out her approach. '[color=89cff0][i]Drake? No, Dragon? Maybe, Drake? No, no, definitely Dragon. She isn't wearing anything yummy. Fabric is so boring. Poor tailoring. Gross,[/i][/color]’ she thought. '[color=89cff0][i]What am I supposed to say? Hello? That's common. She speaks with the Common tongue. That's good.[/i][/color]’ Annalise decided, “[color=89cff0]That would be beneficial, Hatchling.[/color]”

‘[color=89cff0][i][b]... ... ... why did I say that!?[/b][/i][/color]’ Annalise panicked after a moment, having called Nephele a baby. ‘[color=89cff0][i]She’s older than a mere Hatchling! She's has to be a Young Adult, are least! I forget myself! Not everyone is near to a century old, Annalise,[/i][/color]’ she scolded herself, '[color=89cff0][i]Save face. Save face. How, though?[/i][/color]’ Annalise shifted, and offered her best, “[color=89cff0]If you've time to humour a doddering old woman, that is.[/color]”

    '[color=89cff0][i]When in doubt, return the insult upon yourself,[/i][/color]’ Annalise thought, as that's all she could figure to do: attempt levity, and just try to seem human until she found the forge, and could made her nest to hide in.
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[@The Irish Tree]