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[Raistlin has always been a light, troubled sleeper, save for one specific instance. Thus, he rose early to find his bed shared by Nanoha.]
Another game is it?
Quietly he moved from bed towards the door. Locked. Naturally.
Sighing quietly to himself, he planted himself in a corner and leaned against the wall, studying the new occupant.
She is beautiful, much like Crysania was. Still, there is a deep warmth about her, unlike the ice and steel of Crysania's mien. I do not believe I have met her. No matter, that has been forcibly changed.
Raistlin leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to get back to sleep.
Another game is it?
Quietly he moved from bed towards the door. Locked. Naturally.
Sighing quietly to himself, he planted himself in a corner and leaned against the wall, studying the new occupant.
She is beautiful, much like Crysania was. Still, there is a deep warmth about her, unlike the ice and steel of Crysania's mien. I do not believe I have met her. No matter, that has been forcibly changed.
Raistlin leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to get back to sleep.