[there's a ghost of a smile on her mouth, gazing at him with admiration. she knows creatures like him where she is from; it's rare to be certain which are friend or foe, however. it's good to find no snarl on his lips.]
You are a beautiful one. [she picks a tongue of men from a barren land: men rumored to have the gift to speak to beasts.] Black glass.
[her hand turns to expose her palm, slowly, slowly lifting and extending toward him.]
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You are a beautiful one. [she picks a tongue of men from a barren land: men rumored to have the gift to speak to beasts.] Black glass.
[her hand turns to expose her palm, slowly, slowly lifting and extending toward him.]