She had been sitting alone for a while now, so some company was, indeed, much appreciated. Neya tilted her head ever so slightly, before her gaze dropped for a second. In her hands, she held her spear. A delicate yet strong weapon, its sharp metal blade reflecting the flickering light of the sun. The young woman sighed, raising a hand to brush back some strands of her hair. "Thank you," she smiled, "for keeping me company. I already thought I had to spend the day alone."
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