It is beautiful, this place.
Di'aliz twirls the flower (Careful check for danger first, delicate threads of air and spirit, always caution) between slender fingers at she waits. In the soft sunshine of the late afternoon, the dark red of the flowers is warm, almost glowing in the light
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"Di'aliz."
A voice as soft and pretty as the man it came from looked.
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She turns to him, unhurried, and gives a slight incline of the head. Small smile not leaving her face. The red flower continues to twirl between her fingers.
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"Thank you for coming... Even on such short notice."
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Still holding the flower, her hands fold daintily before her.
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