you’re running through the Gypsiye village with your stolen good tucked away. Troops of soldiers are storming after you. But suddenly you run into something soft and firm, without thinking you grab their hand and tuck yourselves away in a dark alley. Covering their mouth with your hand. Once the fleet runs away you apologize and uncover them. I’m so sorry… it tumbled off your lips as you look up. You met with a pair of familiar green eyes and suddenly you’re at a loss for words.
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