They had been getting on with it, over and over again. The game had been repeated so often that she knew it all by heart, like an actor's set of lines in a play. Now, it was Garcin's turn to speak - but those words were not his, really, they were hers, stolen. Had he been ever anything else but that, a coward? A thief? Stealing Estelle's attention
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She wishes, suddenly, that Caranthir were here with her. She knows he's probably taking care of one of his brothers, but still...
She starts back toward her room, and perhaps may be intercepted, a soft, chestnut haired woman with a light way of moving and pretty hazel doe eyes.
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Her neck prickles a little.
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There's no reason to be nervous, she tells herself, clearly this woman is friendly...
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Also close, but she's not nervous with women the same way she can be with men. Or ice deformed creepymonsters.
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Not a deformed creepymonster, that's for sure.
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No, and she seems very sweet.
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"Ines," she corrects. "Call me Ines. Aren't we good friends already?"
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"Oh, good," she replies, and might lean in to touch her chin. "I've been so very lonely..."
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