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ShadowWalkers

Yalanilue narrows her eyes slightly and she spins her sword in her hand.

Camp Half Blood IV

“Standing at the end of the final masquerade, standing at the end of the final masquerade, standing at the end of the final masquerade,” Ren harmonizes with him at the end of the song. When they finish, she looks over at him and blushes faintly at his expression.

ShadowWalkers

Yalanilue lands on the ground, then her wings fold and she sets into a sword fighting stance.

Camp Half Blood IV

"All I ever wanted secrets that you keep. All you ever wanted the truth I couldn't speak, 'cause I can't see forgiveness and you can't see the crime, and we both keep on waiting for what we left behind," Ren continues.

The ultimate goblin king-beware his powers

Cesidia chuckles. "Then I guess it's a good thing I have a tailor for a brother."

Jonathan approaches the couple and bows. "At your service. I could fit you for a suit to compliment Cesidia's dress and have it ready by... what time is it?"

"A little after midday," Arthur chimes in.

Jonathan nods. "Two hours at most. If that's alright with you?" He turns to Dhar.

ShadowWalkers

Yalanilue lifts a hand and a sword of pure flame forms in her hand. "Do you or do you not want to fight?"

The ultimate goblin king-beware his powers

Cesidia frowns and shrugs. "Not really. I'm looking forward to dressing up, but that's about it. Why?"

ShadowWalkers

Yalanilue stands and her wings unfurl in a mighty blow, lifting her above the ground slightly. "Want a fight, lichking?"

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Marin gasps softly and runs downstairs. She feeds the kitten then fully shifts into her cat form, allowing her maternal instincts to kick in.

The ultimate goblin king-beware his powers

Cesidia smiles. "Thank you. Now let's get married, shall we?"

Jonathan smiles softly.

Arthur smiles. "About time."