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Sweet? yes she is, you had been not entertain the thought of taking that for granted, lest I wound more than your body...
My younger twin, I adore her deeply, though I do wish she would relax some, it may help her in ways she has not yet found.
I had hoped you could see past things I was unable to, to see I was swindled, conned, fooled. But no, I will evermore be the monster in your story. The creeping serpent, and oh how I wish you could see just how true ive made that.
I had once wished we could grow old, spend our lives and die together. Though your hate and malice has taken you away my dear. I will never forgive you that, and I am sorry to have left you, bleeding and dying.
Sweet summer child, she whom bends golden reeds and strums beautiful melodies. One day. One day we will face eachother on the plane of fate, and you too shall join this beautiful symphony. As so too your body yearns to join the rest.
Had it not been for devestating events from near a century ago, Woundwort may have considered training her as a loyalist soldier or apprentice. However, with things as they are, Bryja is no more than a frustrating upstart in dire need of reprimand. Reprimand the general is more than willing to give
Cool and competent would be how best Chernobyl could describe her general impression of her previously fellow apprentice. Though she may have on occassion a misplaced spark of varying hotheaded emotion. The Nightwalker's presence and words will ever more calm and ease her, like nothing else can. Familiar and warm against her past and the biting cold of a faraway home.
"I am to love you, it is in my cards, but is this in yours? hmmm quite the twist We- I, am in. All the same. Would you stay just a spell longer this next passing? I would so much more than adore an evening among the fireflies, perhaps then I can discuss this troublesome heartache? So at the very least it will not be cast in my head anymore."