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Peanut Butter - Metal
Main entry
Timeframe : 1278
As if on cue, there’s a girl in Kinari’s doorway, striking a heroic pose. Shoulders squared, jaw set, and knuckles white around the hilt of her sword, she glares at her.
It’s all Kinari can do not to laugh. “Mara, my child,” she says sweetly instead, as if the girl is there for tea.
Mara doesn’t soften in the least. “I’ve come for my mother.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1278
As if on cue, there’s a girl in Kinari’s doorway, striking a heroic pose. Shoulders squared, jaw set, and knuckles white around the hilt of her sword, she glares at her.
It’s all Kinari can do not to laugh. “Mara, my child,” she says sweetly instead, as if the girl is there for tea.
Mara doesn’t soften in the least. “I’ve come for my mother.”