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Eila was practically beaming as she watched Kyreth off. Oh, what a silly thought, it wasn't like he was her child! And yet he tugged at something deep in her, heartstrings that scarcely moved at [i]Midnight's Dream[/i] despite the sea of tears surrounding her, but animated a sense of...something...every time she looked at him. What that something was, she hadn't a clue. But it was there, it was real, and she was going to tut and fret over him at every opportunity, she could already feel it. Azaiza have mercy, that boy would be the death of her.

She caught Vivian's disproval, keeping up her smile and pointedly ignoring it as Cerric spoke again. Oh, they were to work with him? What a joy. Goodness, he certainly had an endless amount of energy to him, didn't he? She gave a polite laugh at his statement, though she made sure to listen well once the job was explained. An escort mission, was it? That didn't sound entirely terrible, albeit she wondered what the source of the attacks was. Now that she thought about it, however, didn't someone mention some creature or something before? Not deeming it as relevant for the moment, she tucked that knowledge away for the moment. 

Eila clicked her tongue, eyes flashing with excitement. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps a fern or two could be given as a potential award, but that was much too hopeful. However, the perfect occasion to ask a Buckman about Red Fern was too good to pass up. [color=palegreen]"What a wonderful opportunity,"[/color] She surmised, mimicking Cerric and clapping her hands together. [color=palegreen]"I amm sure we'll all get along swimmingly."[/color]

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