[pleased, Simmaeri draws her along, eventually giving the girl her own pace if she so wished, simply content to move with the flow of others and the sound enveloping the room.
in this enamored, dreamlike way, it takes her time to even think to consider, let alone recognize who she's just carried off with her, and there's just the faintest notion of delighted surprise when the thought does strike:]
Meliantha. [the child of monsters. she remembers. well!]
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in this enamored, dreamlike way, it takes her time to even think to consider, let alone recognize who she's just carried off with her, and there's just the faintest notion of delighted surprise when the thought does strike:]
Meliantha. [the child of monsters. she remembers. well!]