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[color=gray][sub][right][color=white][b]Location:[/b][/color] Uhladein, Eastern Marches
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And then came the pink hunter’s attention.

Trantascilia’s eyes moved from to the Ldranti hunter as they found themselves moving inside into the hearth. The implication that she had defeated the Roc Queen single-handedly was a half-truth, because certainly if not for Quinnlash’s unneeded interruption she definitely would’ve had it handled completely by herself. But Trantascilia didn’t like taking credit that she had not earned. Even as a princess of Prentis by all technicalities, she had never been one for fits of arrogance or unearned haughtiness, so a correction would be in order, however light.

[color=593FFF]“Mostly, yes.”[/color] She took the woman’s hand, [color=593FFF]“Ah. Trantascilia Kimnothelis. A pleasure.”[/color]

The sheer joy dripped out of Lexann’s mouth like a broken aqueduct. It brought a degree of amusement to the Prentisian noble’s spirit, though she knew it wouldn’t last. It didn’t take long for the void to suck any and all joy from a hunter after they received the boon given to them by the cosmos. For now, she supposed she should enjoy Lexann’s optimistic fury while it remained. Her eyes then moved to the small hunter, who looked so young and precious but also devious and with a fire that could outlast a pyre. She smiled softly as she continued her antics.

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