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⠀〝⠀Sigyn ₍ ... ₎ I remember once a woman named Siryn. She really was quite an dynamite woman. Wished she could've give me a call to talk. But, nothing it happened.⠀〞
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sigyns sat, watching tea leaves swirl around & around within the confines of her cup. “ would you like some? ”
she manages to peel her eyes away from the hypnotizing sight, gaze now fixed on the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, “ tea, i mean.”
sigyn’s taken shelter under a bridge from the sudden storm that’s corrupted the sky, the sigh that leaves her deafened by the roaring thunder.
she’s within arms reach of the 𝗿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, whom she only briefly glances at before averting her gaze. “ some storm, ” she starts.
( attention is drawn from the sound of paws in the shifting terrain. hm, how peculiar.
glancing over her shoulder as she offers her best imitation of a fox chirp ) .. !
“ oh! it is not a gift, ” nervous laughter bubbles up in her throat, hands repositioning as the large snail moves across her fingers into the opposite hand, “ he is my pet. i have named him ukumthubi.. ! ”
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⠀⠀ ⠀emma reaches out but her hands skimmed over, as if unsure how to handle it and mucin in her gloved hands. “ i've never been given something like this before. they're usually small gifts... ”
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