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Cinnamon Swirl - Speak of the Devil (Sham's Pocky Chain)
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260's
“Such a pretty little thing, you are.”
The boy’s staring at her, completely dumbstruck, and that’s magical enough, even if it doesn’t actually feel any different to be in his presence.
“You know you look just like your father?”
There’s a mute half nod at that.
“Do you know who I am?”
Still not a word, but a gentle shake of the head.
“I’m your Auntie Reida.”
He frowns and blinks, like maybe this is something he should know, that maybe he‘s forgotten.
Then the door opens and Kairn’s standing there, horrified, groceries falling from his grasp to the floor.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260's
“Such a pretty little thing, you are.”
The boy’s staring at her, completely dumbstruck, and that’s magical enough, even if it doesn’t actually feel any different to be in his presence.
“You know you look just like your father?”
There’s a mute half nod at that.
“Do you know who I am?”
Still not a word, but a gentle shake of the head.
“I’m your Auntie Reida.”
He frowns and blinks, like maybe this is something he should know, that maybe he‘s forgotten.
Then the door opens and Kairn’s standing there, horrified, groceries falling from his grasp to the floor.