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"How curious, a Faerie."
Nyviara said aloud to the creature that had alighted not a meter from her. She was your run of the mill faerie, and carried herself like one. Nyviara thought to herself, saving no love for the faeries of Windlora, not that she had anything against them in particular, but their race carried themselves in a certain way.
Nyviara adjusted her wings, flaring them and fluttering them violently, for a moment, clearing them of dust.
She tried her best to look regal, standing there, and her pose did demand a little respect, if she received it or not.
Nyviara said aloud to the creature that had alighted not a meter from her. She was your run of the mill faerie, and carried herself like one. Nyviara thought to herself, saving no love for the faeries of Windlora, not that she had anything against them in particular, but their race carried themselves in a certain way.
Nyviara adjusted her wings, flaring them and fluttering them violently, for a moment, clearing them of dust.
She tried her best to look regal, standing there, and her pose did demand a little respect, if she received it or not.