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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
[sub]Mentions: [color=d42cf9]Smol Dennis[/color] [@Achronum][/sub]
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The countess found herself the slightest bit disappointed that Dennis did not share her love for language yet somehow, she wasn’t all that surprised. Perhaps it was that she had always had unique outlooks on otherwise mundane subjects… any which way, she understood there was a difference in being interested in something and bearing the desire to delve deep into that same thing.

Her short-lived disappointment quickly turned to intrigue and again to concern as Dennis spoke his thoughts on the matter. Amaris had to admit that her fascination with magic left her rather blind to the potential dangers, a naivety she could afford as a non-user but less so as a person of her position. She had been so caught up in the adoration of the boy for taking on such a workload for such a complicated magic, that she hadn’t stopped to think about how [i]little[/i] she actually knew about it. And from the way that Dennis spoke, his sheepish expression to pair, it sounded his uninvited presence in the minds of others had once been a problem.

“[color=f49ac2]Well, I can’t exactly fault you for using a tool at your disposal, but you’ve got me curious now. Is that something that can just… happen? I can’t imagine there would be many who could tell you were ever there in the first place.[/color]” Amaris spoke before an expression of dawned realization overtook her morbid curiosity.

“[color=f49ac2]Ah, please pardon my impertinence. I’m not trying to shame or judge you on the matter, so please don’t feel obligated to answer if my questions were out of line.[/color]” The countess diverted her eyes from the table, seemingly embarrassed with herself for forgetting herself in such a manner. Still, Amaris knew she couldn’t let her guard down anymore… at least not until she could confirm whether Dennis could share her thoughts or if he even would.