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Edited to add that I'm done for the day, I think. :) Thank you, all.
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Wild Roses:
"the word "_____" is starting to lose all meaning to me now." (Ruadhan and Donel)
"more teeth than I want to face in the morning" (Ruadhan, Hernén)
"a beautiful hide" (Baroness Sidonie Two Rivers)
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"Sorry, grandmother!" Kavin--no, he'd said to call him Khenbish today, and one day she'd know what all his names meant--called back, the toe of one of his boots crooked underneath the edge of another panel.
She used his shoulder and arm to claw herself back down onto the floor, heart still hammering, and was drawing breath to try to tear a shred off him when the lock cycled.
"Ooh," she murmured instead, and caught the curl of Khenbish's grin as she turned her head to stare up at the ceiling.
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