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Hi everyone! I know I said chapter three wouldn't be coming until Saturday, but I finished it faster than I thought. Yay! ?These first few chapters have been short (only about eight pages in Word), but they'll be a little longer from now on.

Chapter One:?https://www.vizzed.com/boards/thread.php?id=75176
Chapter Two:?https://www.vizzed.com/boards/thread.php?id=75186

Please read chapters one and two first before reading this (it will make more sense).

In this chapter, Ellie and Damien head home after her terrible discovery, and Sable Iceheart wonders just who this girl is.




What form takes the heart of the wicked?
Blackened as coal or cold as ice?
How speaks a soul slippery, and disloyal?
Soft and na?ve, a little boy,
Or glacial and ancient, coy?


FAULTS AND FREYJA

Plop.

Plop-plop.


Ellie sat the edge of the lake, just out of reach of the lapping water. As a child, before Gracie was born, her mother used to take her here for picnics. And where was her mother now? Gone. Up and left. Ellie had no need for someone who would choose not to stay with her.

Ellie threw another rock. Plop. The ripples broke the lake’s perfect surface, disrupting her tear-stained reflection. That was fine with her. She didn’t want to look at it anyway.

She picked up yet another rock and tossed it, the smooth stone skipping three times before sinking. Baxter had taught her how to skim stones at least eight years ago, when her dreams of taking over the family business were innocent and still seemed reachable.

…Baxter. Had she really just thought of him as such? Already, he didn’t seem like a father to her. She had half a mind to pay a visit to an Intangible Pawnbroker and have a Memory treatment herself. Why, why would he choose to remember her mother but not her? Hadn’t she been there for her father? Hadn’t she tried so much harder than that mother that disappeared without a goodbye? It wasn’t her fault she didn’t have the gift. It wasn’t her fault she was easily married because a young Baron had knocked and asked for her hand.

She swiped at the water, scowling, and drew away from the lake’s edge. There were too many memories-turned-sour for this place to remain a refuge. Now, it was yet another ugly reminder of what she’d once had.

“Ellie-Sissy, are you here?”

Ellie didn’t bother responding. Gracie would see her in a moment anyway.

“Ellie-Sissy!” Gracie repeated, catching sight of her. “It’s going to rain soon. Come back to the house, or you’ll get wet.”

Ellie hadn’t realized the sky was greying. Hadn’t she missed the rain and missed her family? Well, now she would get to see both. Let it rain. All the better for crying. “It’s not my house anymore,” Ellie said.

“Ellie, come on,” Damien said, and hoisted her to her feet. “Stop feeling bad for yourself. You’re better than that.”

“I’m not.”

She was acting sullen and like a child, but she didn’t care. She felt she deserved the right.

“Daddy forgot, but I remember,” Gracie tried to comfort her. “I can make Daddy unforget.”

“Thanks, Gracie, but I don’t think so.” Gracie might as well have promised her to turn lead into gold.

“Ellie, I’m sorry,” Damien said.

Oh, he was sorry? Did he have any idea how pathetic that sounded? It started to rain, sprinkling gently, and Ellie turned her back to them to watch the droplets strike the lake’s surface.

“I’m serious,” Damien continued. “I really am sorry.” He pulled her into a tight hug and whispered, “Let’s go home.”
Ellie hated hugs with Damien. Such contact implied an intimacy that they didn’t have, and she didn’t have the energy to pretend she’d acquired it. But she didn’t have the energy to push him away, either. Maybe things would have been so much easier if she and Damien had trusted each other instead of feigning it, but she knew such trust would probably never come. Not in their circumstances. Still, she didn’t draw away. Instead, she closed her eyes and let him support her weight.

“Are we going home, then?” Damien asked.

Ellie replied, “And where’s that?”




“She fears her husband, has an inferiority complex, pines after home, and is younger than a tyke,” Nido scoffed. “The only thing she has going for her is that her intelligence is slightly higher than most. Boring. Why do you care?”
Sable didn’t respond right away, taking a moment to ponder Nido’s report. She tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne and clicked her tongue before answering. “The Mirror does not lie. It does not make mistakes. It is, however, most capricious. How bothersome. Hasn’t something like this happened before? The Mirror showing someone of little interest?”

“Yes. That headmistress, the tall one that’s part giant,” Nido replied.

“She is not part giant,” Sable scowled, “merely vertically inclined.”

“There must be some connection between the two. Both appeared in the Mirror on your birthday.”

“I was getting to that, Nido.”

“My apologies, sister,” Nido bowed, and didn’t straighten. He remained hunched, a stooped old man. Sable rolled her eyes. She had less patience for his tricks every day.

“So, Nido,” she said. “Who do we know that has had contact with both of them?” Sable smiled thinly. It was almost purely a rhetorical question.

“You’re not suggesting we get Freyja?” Nido challenged. “She won’t tell you anything, except to go freeze yourself!”
“I have my suspicions, Nido, and Freyja will either confirm them or tell me what’s really going on. If she refuses, I have my methods.” Sable frowned. “I was watching the Mirror today, Nido. The girl’s breath fogged.”

“So what?” Nido asked. “Every human’s does that when it’s cold outside. It’s a simple reaction of the heat of the breath striking the cold of the air.”

Sable, irritated at his challenging her and not getting her meaning- was he thick or something?- reached out and tapped his shriveled, warty nose. Nido yelped; the touch was cold enough to give him frostbite were he not a Frost Breather. He transformed into a black cat that curled by Sable’s feet. Sable pet the cat tenderly, the slightest covering of ice on its fur trailing behind her fingers. She typically found Nido much more agreeable when he couldn’t talk. “My point, dear brother,” she said, “is that her breath fogged… but no one else’s did.”




The ride back to Gett City was long, and Ellie was exhausted. After about an hour of endured, apologetic silence, she fell asleep. Damien had no intention of waking her. Once he got to the station, he decided, he’d carry her if he had to, and he’d call the chauffeur to come get them. The train station was within walking distance of the mansion, but he wouldn’t make Ellie walk tonight.

It was getting dark out as the train puffed forward, and there were at least two hours’ worth of travel left in their trip. Damien was nearly asleep himself, and Ellie hadn’t stirred. “My fault,” he mumbled. “I should’ve told her four years ago. I was just trying to…” He shook his head. His tongue felt sticky and large in his mouth. In times like these, a man needed a drink, preferably of something stronger than his worries.

“Don’t blame yourself.”

Damien blinked as Ellie yawned and sat up. “You awake?” he said, asking the obvious.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, and yawned again. “How long was I asleep?”

“About two or three hours,” Damien answered. “We’ve got about that much time left. You should go back to sleep.”

She grinned lazily and rested her head on his shoulder. “Maybe I will.”

She was not one to rest her head on anyone’s shoulder, much less his. Damien wondered if it was simply because his shoulder was more comfortable than the train seat, but he didn’t want to ask. At least, this way, he could take the benefit of the doubt.

“Anyway,” Ellie said, closing her eyes, “it’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

Now that he would not suffer.

“Your fault?” Damien asked. “Not on this earth!”

“I told Father some nasty things before I married you,” Ellie admitted, still keeping her eyes closed. Damien guessed it was easier to confess without making eye contact. “They were pretty hateful words. I won’t repeat them, but they basically asked him why he’d sell out his own daughter. I guess… he felt guilty about it.”

“Guilt is good, Ellie.”

“And then that guilt drove him to get rid of it,” Ellie said, “but because he’s human, he took the easy way out.”
“We humans tend to do that.”

“Yes, well, whoever invented the easy button did us a disservice,” Ellie sighed. “Could I have your coat for a little, please? I’m cold.”

Damien actually felt quite warm, and he peeled his coat off without a complaint. Anything for her today. The faster today was over, the faster tomorrow would come. And he couldn’t wait for tomorrow, because today had been terrible. He draped the coat over her, and she smiled. She looked so cute when she smiled like that, with her eyes all closed. He hadn’t realized her eyelashes were so long. “Thanks,” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” Damien replied, stroking her hair lightly, then leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. “Ellie, you’re ice-cold.”

“Am I?” Ellie always had cold hands- she said it had something to do with bad circulation- but this was worse.
“Yes, you are. You feel all right?”

“I’m just incredibly sleepy,” Ellie said.

“Then sleep,” Damien said. “I’ll wake you up when we get to the station.”

“You’re too good to me,” Ellie said.

“No, I’m not.”

She didn’t respond. Already, her chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of slumber, and her breath came in soft sighs. Damien stroked her cheek once, feeling a strange tenderness. She looked younger than eighteen asleep. She looked barely older than when he’d married her. Noticing the cloud on the glass, Damien wiped the window close to her. Why was it fogging?




“Good morning, Sable,” Freyja greeted. “Or is it afternoon? Night? I don’t know. Time so flies in the dungeons.”

She spat.

Sable made a face. “Someone clean that up, please,” she ordered, and then, to Freyja, said, “Is this how you greet your queen?”

“Queen, my butt,” Freyja snarled. “That throne’s mine.”

Sable sat up straighter. “A matter of interpretation, dear. The Mirror chose me.”

“Because you’re easier for that cursed pane to manipulate.”

“Please stop insulting me. I so thought you and I would get along more swimmingly, and that all that time in the dungeons would have cooled your head.” Sable smirked and gestured to the large mirror beside her. A shining, dark vanity glass framed in alabaster and ebony, it was her most treasured possession, and not just for its great monetary value. “Mirror,” she said, “show me Miss Highwater, the headmistress.”

The mirror’s surface rippled, and Sable’s reflection disappeared. Instead, it projected an image of a blonde woman speaking to a young, redheaded boy that bore a slight resemblance to her. “Miss Sariel Highwater,” Sable said. “Previously known as Sariel Alexis, and then Sariel Alexis-Mass, widowed about ten years past. Do you know her?”

“Of course I know her,” Freyja snarled.

“Wonderful.” Sable’s leer deepened. “Is this woman of interest to me?”

“How should I know what interests you?”

The smile dropped. “Wrong answer. All right, then. I see you’re going to be uncooperative.”

“Told you,” said the man at her right hand.

“Is that Nido?” Freyja asked. “Mustaches don’t suit you.”

Nido scowled, but the mustache disappeared.

“Much better, thank you!” Freyja grinned.

“Enough games!” snapped Sable. “If you won’t tell me anything about Sariel, perhaps this one will pique your interest. Mirror, show me Eleanor Giata-Morvant.”

Again, the Mirror’s image changed to reflect a young woman sleeping on a train.

Freyja’s expression shifted slightly, barely noticeable, but noticeable enough for Sable to catch. “I take it you know this one.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Enough games, Freyja. I want to know who this girl is.”

“Nobody. I don’t keep track of humans.”

“Except,” Sable hissed, “that one human you fell in love with.”

“That was over a hundred years ago, Sable. You’re clearly losing it.”

“How should I know you wouldn’t do such a thing again?” She stood, rising off her throne, and pointed at the Mirror furiously. “Who is this girl?”

“Don’t touch her,” Freyja warned, and the temperature in the room plummeted. Ice formed on Sable’s eyelashes. She wiped it away and grinned.

“Now that we’ve determined she’s important to you,” Sable said, “we can determine exactly how. Thank you for your help, Freyja. Nido, please escort our guest to her new chambers.”

“New chambers?” Freyja asked.

“Yes. Perhaps you’ve heard of them? I call them my ‘Cubicala Tormenta,’” Sable said. “I’m sure you’ll sing like a bird there.”

And then Freyja shouted, “Wait! I’ll tell you what you want!”

“Thank you, dear,” Sable said. “So, who is she?”

“That,” said Freyja, “is who should be sitting in that throne right now instead of your rotten tail.”

“Oh, really? But that’s not possible. Unless…” It came upon Sable, the revealation, and she laughed. “No way! I was right! She is, isn’t she? She’s your daughter! Thank you, sister dear. I didn’t think you’d sell your own out that easily.”

“She’s not my daughter,” Freyja said. “I have no need of familial attachments as such. But she’s the key to getting rid of you, and that’s all I care about. Go rot in a hole, you witch.”

“Harsh words, for your own sister,” Sable shrugged. “All right. I won’t take you to the torture chambers. You can go back to the dungeons, instead. Be sure to thank me.”

“Thank you,” Freyja spat.

“See? I knew we could get along. Nido, take her back to the cell, please.” Sable turned and watched the Mirror’s reflection. “Wonderful. Just… wonderful!”
Hi everyone! I know I said chapter three wouldn't be coming until Saturday, but I finished it faster than I thought. Yay! ?These first few chapters have been short (only about eight pages in Word), but they'll be a little longer from now on.

Chapter One:?https://www.vizzed.com/boards/thread.php?id=75176
Chapter Two:?https://www.vizzed.com/boards/thread.php?id=75186

Please read chapters one and two first before reading this (it will make more sense).

In this chapter, Ellie and Damien head home after her terrible discovery, and Sable Iceheart wonders just who this girl is.




What form takes the heart of the wicked?
Blackened as coal or cold as ice?
How speaks a soul slippery, and disloyal?
Soft and na?ve, a little boy,
Or glacial and ancient, coy?


FAULTS AND FREYJA

Plop.

Plop-plop.


Ellie sat the edge of the lake, just out of reach of the lapping water. As a child, before Gracie was born, her mother used to take her here for picnics. And where was her mother now? Gone. Up and left. Ellie had no need for someone who would choose not to stay with her.

Ellie threw another rock. Plop. The ripples broke the lake’s perfect surface, disrupting her tear-stained reflection. That was fine with her. She didn’t want to look at it anyway.

She picked up yet another rock and tossed it, the smooth stone skipping three times before sinking. Baxter had taught her how to skim stones at least eight years ago, when her dreams of taking over the family business were innocent and still seemed reachable.

…Baxter. Had she really just thought of him as such? Already, he didn’t seem like a father to her. She had half a mind to pay a visit to an Intangible Pawnbroker and have a Memory treatment herself. Why, why would he choose to remember her mother but not her? Hadn’t she been there for her father? Hadn’t she tried so much harder than that mother that disappeared without a goodbye? It wasn’t her fault she didn’t have the gift. It wasn’t her fault she was easily married because a young Baron had knocked and asked for her hand.

She swiped at the water, scowling, and drew away from the lake’s edge. There were too many memories-turned-sour for this place to remain a refuge. Now, it was yet another ugly reminder of what she’d once had.

“Ellie-Sissy, are you here?”

Ellie didn’t bother responding. Gracie would see her in a moment anyway.

“Ellie-Sissy!” Gracie repeated, catching sight of her. “It’s going to rain soon. Come back to the house, or you’ll get wet.”

Ellie hadn’t realized the sky was greying. Hadn’t she missed the rain and missed her family? Well, now she would get to see both. Let it rain. All the better for crying. “It’s not my house anymore,” Ellie said.

“Ellie, come on,” Damien said, and hoisted her to her feet. “Stop feeling bad for yourself. You’re better than that.”

“I’m not.”

She was acting sullen and like a child, but she didn’t care. She felt she deserved the right.

“Daddy forgot, but I remember,” Gracie tried to comfort her. “I can make Daddy unforget.”

“Thanks, Gracie, but I don’t think so.” Gracie might as well have promised her to turn lead into gold.

“Ellie, I’m sorry,” Damien said.

Oh, he was sorry? Did he have any idea how pathetic that sounded? It started to rain, sprinkling gently, and Ellie turned her back to them to watch the droplets strike the lake’s surface.

“I’m serious,” Damien continued. “I really am sorry.” He pulled her into a tight hug and whispered, “Let’s go home.”
Ellie hated hugs with Damien. Such contact implied an intimacy that they didn’t have, and she didn’t have the energy to pretend she’d acquired it. But she didn’t have the energy to push him away, either. Maybe things would have been so much easier if she and Damien had trusted each other instead of feigning it, but she knew such trust would probably never come. Not in their circumstances. Still, she didn’t draw away. Instead, she closed her eyes and let him support her weight.

“Are we going home, then?” Damien asked.

Ellie replied, “And where’s that?”




“She fears her husband, has an inferiority complex, pines after home, and is younger than a tyke,” Nido scoffed. “The only thing she has going for her is that her intelligence is slightly higher than most. Boring. Why do you care?”
Sable didn’t respond right away, taking a moment to ponder Nido’s report. She tapped her fingers on the armrest of her throne and clicked her tongue before answering. “The Mirror does not lie. It does not make mistakes. It is, however, most capricious. How bothersome. Hasn’t something like this happened before? The Mirror showing someone of little interest?”

“Yes. That headmistress, the tall one that’s part giant,” Nido replied.

“She is not part giant,” Sable scowled, “merely vertically inclined.”

“There must be some connection between the two. Both appeared in the Mirror on your birthday.”

“I was getting to that, Nido.”

“My apologies, sister,” Nido bowed, and didn’t straighten. He remained hunched, a stooped old man. Sable rolled her eyes. She had less patience for his tricks every day.

“So, Nido,” she said. “Who do we know that has had contact with both of them?” Sable smiled thinly. It was almost purely a rhetorical question.

“You’re not suggesting we get Freyja?” Nido challenged. “She won’t tell you anything, except to go freeze yourself!”
“I have my suspicions, Nido, and Freyja will either confirm them or tell me what’s really going on. If she refuses, I have my methods.” Sable frowned. “I was watching the Mirror today, Nido. The girl’s breath fogged.”

“So what?” Nido asked. “Every human’s does that when it’s cold outside. It’s a simple reaction of the heat of the breath striking the cold of the air.”

Sable, irritated at his challenging her and not getting her meaning- was he thick or something?- reached out and tapped his shriveled, warty nose. Nido yelped; the touch was cold enough to give him frostbite were he not a Frost Breather. He transformed into a black cat that curled by Sable’s feet. Sable pet the cat tenderly, the slightest covering of ice on its fur trailing behind her fingers. She typically found Nido much more agreeable when he couldn’t talk. “My point, dear brother,” she said, “is that her breath fogged… but no one else’s did.”




The ride back to Gett City was long, and Ellie was exhausted. After about an hour of endured, apologetic silence, she fell asleep. Damien had no intention of waking her. Once he got to the station, he decided, he’d carry her if he had to, and he’d call the chauffeur to come get them. The train station was within walking distance of the mansion, but he wouldn’t make Ellie walk tonight.

It was getting dark out as the train puffed forward, and there were at least two hours’ worth of travel left in their trip. Damien was nearly asleep himself, and Ellie hadn’t stirred. “My fault,” he mumbled. “I should’ve told her four years ago. I was just trying to…” He shook his head. His tongue felt sticky and large in his mouth. In times like these, a man needed a drink, preferably of something stronger than his worries.

“Don’t blame yourself.”

Damien blinked as Ellie yawned and sat up. “You awake?” he said, asking the obvious.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, and yawned again. “How long was I asleep?”

“About two or three hours,” Damien answered. “We’ve got about that much time left. You should go back to sleep.”

She grinned lazily and rested her head on his shoulder. “Maybe I will.”

She was not one to rest her head on anyone’s shoulder, much less his. Damien wondered if it was simply because his shoulder was more comfortable than the train seat, but he didn’t want to ask. At least, this way, he could take the benefit of the doubt.

“Anyway,” Ellie said, closing her eyes, “it’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

Now that he would not suffer.

“Your fault?” Damien asked. “Not on this earth!”

“I told Father some nasty things before I married you,” Ellie admitted, still keeping her eyes closed. Damien guessed it was easier to confess without making eye contact. “They were pretty hateful words. I won’t repeat them, but they basically asked him why he’d sell out his own daughter. I guess… he felt guilty about it.”

“Guilt is good, Ellie.”

“And then that guilt drove him to get rid of it,” Ellie said, “but because he’s human, he took the easy way out.”
“We humans tend to do that.”

“Yes, well, whoever invented the easy button did us a disservice,” Ellie sighed. “Could I have your coat for a little, please? I’m cold.”

Damien actually felt quite warm, and he peeled his coat off without a complaint. Anything for her today. The faster today was over, the faster tomorrow would come. And he couldn’t wait for tomorrow, because today had been terrible. He draped the coat over her, and she smiled. She looked so cute when she smiled like that, with her eyes all closed. He hadn’t realized her eyelashes were so long. “Thanks,” she said.

“Don’t mention it,” Damien replied, stroking her hair lightly, then leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. “Ellie, you’re ice-cold.”

“Am I?” Ellie always had cold hands- she said it had something to do with bad circulation- but this was worse.
“Yes, you are. You feel all right?”

“I’m just incredibly sleepy,” Ellie said.

“Then sleep,” Damien said. “I’ll wake you up when we get to the station.”

“You’re too good to me,” Ellie said.

“No, I’m not.”

She didn’t respond. Already, her chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of slumber, and her breath came in soft sighs. Damien stroked her cheek once, feeling a strange tenderness. She looked younger than eighteen asleep. She looked barely older than when he’d married her. Noticing the cloud on the glass, Damien wiped the window close to her. Why was it fogging?




“Good morning, Sable,” Freyja greeted. “Or is it afternoon? Night? I don’t know. Time so flies in the dungeons.”

She spat.

Sable made a face. “Someone clean that up, please,” she ordered, and then, to Freyja, said, “Is this how you greet your queen?”

“Queen, my butt,” Freyja snarled. “That throne’s mine.”

Sable sat up straighter. “A matter of interpretation, dear. The Mirror chose me.”

“Because you’re easier for that cursed pane to manipulate.”

“Please stop insulting me. I so thought you and I would get along more swimmingly, and that all that time in the dungeons would have cooled your head.” Sable smirked and gestured to the large mirror beside her. A shining, dark vanity glass framed in alabaster and ebony, it was her most treasured possession, and not just for its great monetary value. “Mirror,” she said, “show me Miss Highwater, the headmistress.”

The mirror’s surface rippled, and Sable’s reflection disappeared. Instead, it projected an image of a blonde woman speaking to a young, redheaded boy that bore a slight resemblance to her. “Miss Sariel Highwater,” Sable said. “Previously known as Sariel Alexis, and then Sariel Alexis-Mass, widowed about ten years past. Do you know her?”

“Of course I know her,” Freyja snarled.

“Wonderful.” Sable’s leer deepened. “Is this woman of interest to me?”

“How should I know what interests you?”

The smile dropped. “Wrong answer. All right, then. I see you’re going to be uncooperative.”

“Told you,” said the man at her right hand.

“Is that Nido?” Freyja asked. “Mustaches don’t suit you.”

Nido scowled, but the mustache disappeared.

“Much better, thank you!” Freyja grinned.

“Enough games!” snapped Sable. “If you won’t tell me anything about Sariel, perhaps this one will pique your interest. Mirror, show me Eleanor Giata-Morvant.”

Again, the Mirror’s image changed to reflect a young woman sleeping on a train.

Freyja’s expression shifted slightly, barely noticeable, but noticeable enough for Sable to catch. “I take it you know this one.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Enough games, Freyja. I want to know who this girl is.”

“Nobody. I don’t keep track of humans.”

“Except,” Sable hissed, “that one human you fell in love with.”

“That was over a hundred years ago, Sable. You’re clearly losing it.”

“How should I know you wouldn’t do such a thing again?” She stood, rising off her throne, and pointed at the Mirror furiously. “Who is this girl?”

“Don’t touch her,” Freyja warned, and the temperature in the room plummeted. Ice formed on Sable’s eyelashes. She wiped it away and grinned.

“Now that we’ve determined she’s important to you,” Sable said, “we can determine exactly how. Thank you for your help, Freyja. Nido, please escort our guest to her new chambers.”

“New chambers?” Freyja asked.

“Yes. Perhaps you’ve heard of them? I call them my ‘Cubicala Tormenta,’” Sable said. “I’m sure you’ll sing like a bird there.”

And then Freyja shouted, “Wait! I’ll tell you what you want!”

“Thank you, dear,” Sable said. “So, who is she?”

“That,” said Freyja, “is who should be sitting in that throne right now instead of your rotten tail.”

“Oh, really? But that’s not possible. Unless…” It came upon Sable, the revealation, and she laughed. “No way! I was right! She is, isn’t she? She’s your daughter! Thank you, sister dear. I didn’t think you’d sell your own out that easily.”

“She’s not my daughter,” Freyja said. “I have no need of familial attachments as such. But she’s the key to getting rid of you, and that’s all I care about. Go rot in a hole, you witch.”

“Harsh words, for your own sister,” Sable shrugged. “All right. I won’t take you to the torture chambers. You can go back to the dungeons, instead. Be sure to thank me.”

“Thank you,” Freyja spat.

“See? I knew we could get along. Nido, take her back to the cell, please.” Sable turned and watched the Mirror’s reflection. “Wonderful. Just… wonderful!”
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Exposition! Yay!!! Even though Ellie and Damein aren't doing so well...At least it was nice to see Sable and Freyja bond a bit more. XD And yet again, the plot thickens, and becomes more interesting. I look foreword to reading more!
Exposition! Yay!!! Even though Ellie and Damein aren't doing so well...At least it was nice to see Sable and Freyja bond a bit more. XD And yet again, the plot thickens, and becomes more interesting. I look foreword to reading more!
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A user of this :  Thanks! Though I'm curious how you count spitting at each other and threatening to throw each other in dungeons or torture chambers as bonding...
A user of this :  Thanks! Though I'm curious how you count spitting at each other and threatening to throw each other in dungeons or torture chambers as bonding...
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Dragonlord Stephi : I was referencing a comment Sable made. "'Be sure to thank me.' 'Thank you,' Freyja spat. 'See? I knew we could get along."
Dragonlord Stephi : I was referencing a comment Sable made. "'Be sure to thank me.' 'Thank you,' Freyja spat. 'See? I knew we could get along."
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I wonder what the character limit on this thing is.


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A user of this : Oh, I see. My sister liked that comment and the one about Nido's temporary mustache the best. 
A user of this : Oh, I see. My sister liked that comment and the one about Nido's temporary mustache the best. 
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