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[forgivenot]

[People were dying, and it left a bitter aftertaste in Igraine's mouth. She was worried for her children, still for her grandchildren (even the Orkney boys) -- all of her family from before and now. She felt a touch helpless, but going through the hallways gripping Morgan's hand with Diego at their side, she felt she could protect her daughter from

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[forgivenot]

For a living? No.

[forgivenot]

I admit I don't give them often, but is something is wrong with them?

A queen of Hell. I'm not entirely sure what that means.

[forgivenot]

What would you like to hear?

I could promise that.

[isheth]

Emilia, I must say I admire your ability to get my attention.

If she doesn't need us to hold her hand and keeps her hands off our blankets, she can tag along.

[forgivenot]

I do. Nothing of yours will be taken.

[isheth]

I am in 713!

[isheth]

That sounds like a plan then.

[isheth]

I'll be waiting~!