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[ Fenris gets an appreciative gaze; the one a fighter gives another kindred spirit. given the nature of her trolling network inquiry, she's opted for keeping her smallclothes, plain as they are.
she shakes her head, thinking of that. how someone can be so like her, and yet so completely different. she'd never really considered what her life might have been if she'd been born with magic. perhaps it would have let her be closer to Father than she had been. ]
I see you've denied me a potential victory, Fenris. [ she'll let it go, now. she just... can't help it. ]