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[morvydd]

Morvydd has a new dress, courtesy of Zara: dark crimson, deep and warm. The full skirt flows around her as she walks down the path through the woods, toward her cousins' houses, and now and then, certain she's not seen, she gives a little twirl to make it flare out. No doubt she'd be mortified if anyone caught her at such an undignified moment.

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[lightningcurse]

Mabon pauses among the trees, and slips through. "Morvydd?"

[lightningcurse]

His lips part, as if he's laughing, but there's no sound. "Yes. But I do not know whether it is the world of man."

[morvydd]

"It hardly seems so."

[lightningcurse]

"Yet there are so many men."