free of his mask , porcelain features contort into a furled expression . retaining one’s skepticism towards the mysterious figure before him——— no sudden movements are made , a simple nod in acknowledgment .
right at the edge 、the sun bleeds beyond the horizon until it successfully fades. the knight turns to faced the masked stranger 、then her wordless acknowledgment.
unfazed 、cheek pressed against her palm upon inquiry. her free hand plays with the glass cup 、hanging twirled half empty from the bar stool. “ • mirri. nice to meet you khaslana. “ the opportunity presents itself to let her
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initiating dialogue is a frontier khaslana never crosses, built entirely for isolation. ❛ khaslana. ❜ nevertheless, he is not altogether unapproachable, an addressed remark will receive its due response, though seldom without an initial »
another smile 、albeit flickering somewhat then 、a minor mistake. “ • fair enough. “ the inquiry stops 、the pace remains slow while she drinks 、folding to enjoy the beverage in its entirety 、along with the evening.
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spark extinguishes the second the topic of profession surfaces; his line of work is a dangerous cipher never meant for casual talk. abandoning the dialogue for a second, he rotates his spine ﹠ leans his weight back against the rim of »