The elf took a sip of her ale, and Amarië studied her face. She knew the face. Her heart seemed to jump, but then suddenly she remembered... she couldn't tell her...
'Hello,' she said softly.
She knew the maiden, but she couldn't tell... No she just couldn't...
Amarië took a sip of her wine. A worried look grew in her eyes, and she felt as if she were going to cry, but she held her tears and glanced over at the maiden once more. She was positive it was her. Taking one more sip of her wine, she looked down at her green bag, remembering the past.
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-Ever wonder whats beyond those trees?
-More trees.
'Poor ye. Ye're tied to someone who's been photographed trying to shave their hand... My condolences.'
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