[Sheila sits at her kitchen table, a cup of coffee and her day's sewing beside her. She's bought furniture with her earnings, and the table seems ancient but well-suited to the kitchen within her apartment in the Towers. It speaks of her ability to settle; Siren's Port is home now, as oddly screwed up as it is, and she's decided that she might do
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He and I wert...rather close.
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[If only for a day.]
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I wish I could say I didst know. We did not speak oft upon my entrance here.
What I doth feel comes from an era that existed afore this world.
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And Ashley was not.
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Aye. I am technically over eight hundred years old.
...Tis an odd way to think of things, no? I am but one and twenty in flesh.
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Aye, wee one; ye would be billions of years old in the sprint of the sun over the moon.
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[Her concerns finally turn outward.]
Has thou family to keep watch for thee?
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