"Usually I don't have a problem meeting new people. And sometimes, they actually don't want to kill me. It's nice." She chuckled and sat down on a cushion, braiding her long black hair to keep it out of her face as she ate. She shut the curtain before sitting back down and slowly drawing her index finger and thumb together on one hand. As she drew them apart, light streamed between them. She plucked the strand with her other hand, then moved to tie back her braid with the strand of light.
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