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[demonlordling]

[Patient flipping and rustling of parchment... And then the writing begins, an elegant period hand far more used to a quill or fountain pen than a ballpoint.]...From what I can manage to decipher, this land is called Paradisa, and there are many individuals torn from their homes and placed here. All different lands and languages- it is an

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[covetly]

Greetings.

[demonlordling]

Good evening, Lady.

[covetly]

You can tell?

[demonlordling]

Yes. Your handwriting suggests it. And, there's a small portrait.

dictated

[covetly]

A portrait?

Written.

[demonlordling]

Yes. Do you see mine?

dictated

[covetly]

No, I can't see anything.

Written; ffff, it was Rivelata that let them see the icons, sorry, fff, disregard.

[demonlordling]

Ah... My mistake.

Still, your handwriting has the lovely lilts of a lady. Am I wrong?

dictated ; IT'S COOL :> I wasn't sure if you had permission or something else happened or what

[covetly]

No... I am female.

written; Nah, I'm just a dumbass

[demonlordling]

Ah. Well, then, Lady, it's an honor.

I do hope you'll pardon the intrusion.

dictated forever

[covetly]

You don't need to apologize. I am still very inexperienced when it comes to a lot of things.

Hesitantly...spoken...

[demonlordling]

We all are, it seems. This is not a natural thing to experience, after all.

[covetly]

...Oh! You're a little boy. Hello.

[demonlordling]

...I'm not little...

Hello.

[covetly]

This is the first time I've spoken to a little boy.

[demonlordling]

I'm thirteen years old! I'm the Lord of my House!

Or I was, I suppose.