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She watched as he was surprised by her demeanor. She was too, after all. Yet, her miming worked out as Remi reached for parchment and a quill, a pleasant smile crossing her features as he handed them to her, yet before she could actually write it out, she had begun to show him her mark – the brand that made her a property of someone else, and how it was completely vanished. She knew that it would seem awkward at first, her fumbling with her shirt, after what had happened to the two of them at the shrine, but she urged him silently to look. When he did, he whispered in surprise and she nodded her head fervently. He studied her for a moment and when he questioned how, she put up a finger as if to say one second while she moved to the parchment and the quill. Her handwriting wasn’t terrible, quite legible actually, yet it held the appearance of somewhere between a cursive shift of what the royals had taught her back home, and halfway a kind of plain script that she had mastered during her years as a servant. Carefully, she wrote out a few lines. “Went to the Shrine, talked to the god.” The parchment started, she broke off to make another line. “Tried to fix what happened to you. Might have found out what they want.” She broke off yet again to make another line. “They helped me? Despite the voice. I think all they want is us to enjoy ourselves.” She finally wrote out, moving the parchment toward Remi with an eager smile. Sure, her voice was odd and she could only flirt – but after what happened to Remi and the life advice Frey had given her, she had come to realize perhaps she didn’t hate Frey after all. RexannA GOLDEN CHILD — LION GIRL tell me what it's like to conquer

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