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Sometimes you learned more about a person by watching them talk to others rather than talking to them yourself. Dionaea observed her group speaking with one another this early morning. She had mixed feelings about Elthrael, there was something about the fairy that was jarring- he always came around just at the right times and his words fluttered gently in prose as if he had never misspoke in his life. In that moment she desperately wanted to see him show flaw.

As he handed over the apple to Elsea, Dia grabbed it from her palm almost instantly. [color=ee4c5b][b]"We'll split this for breakfast. Don't want to ruin your appetite."[/b][/color] the girl spoke, holding the apple at her side, gripping it between her digits tight enough for it not to be taken back. Perhaps the apple was just fine and the young fairy was just overreacting in response to the last week's events but one could never be too careful. Enemies were often sent in gift wrapped packages. [color=ee4c5b][b]"Shall we?"[/b][/color] she motioned back inside if Kyran wanted to host the meal in his parent's home. The tension could be cut with a knife.

[color=ee4c5b][b]"I can cook up something for the long day that is surely ahead of us, with some help."[/b][/color] Dionaea offered, [color=ee4c5b][b]"Last night I came across some ripe moon berries that would make for a treat."[/b][/color] the corners of her lips curling into a dainty smile.

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