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"You can have me any way you want me. Quite literally." (Closed)

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Nwalan just continued to grin without saying anything more.

“‘Tis a pity,”Nwalan replied with a soft sigh.

He was already starting to miss his home. The freedom to be who he was, wherever he was, had a great appeal. This world was rather lacking in that, and Nwalan didn’t like it.

A soft, sad smile appeared on Nwalan’s lips at her words.

“He would agree. Honor meant a great deal to him,”Nwalan said.

Nwalan watched as Larissa drove onto the actual road. He hummed in response, fascinated by the road. From gravel to… He wasn’t sure. Nwalan took a quick peek into Larissa’s mind to find the name. ‘Asphalt’. Strange name, but useful to know.

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Larissa frowned, concern creasing her naturally smooth features. "I know," she replied, but she said nothing more.

She wasn't aware of his aching for home. But without realizing it, she found herself thinking about where he could be from at the same time Nwalan was missing his world.

The woman glanced over, offering a small smile with her painted rouge lips. "I think that's wonderful," she replied simply. "Few people believe like that anymore."

Silence fell over the car until they reached town. Then, she pulled up to the Weathervane and parked along the side of the road. "Here we are," she remarked, reaching to unbuckle her seat belt. "We won't be able to talk about much of your background without being overheard, so I can just tell you about Nevermore, if you wish."

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Nwalan noted her concern, but otherwise didn’t react to it. Though, he didn’t notice her thoughts for a moment as he was distracted by his own.

“‘Tis true in my homeland as well. Honor be a dying concept, and Ehumar…”Nwalan trailed off with a sad sigh.

He was grateful for the silence as they drove the rest of the way. He needed the time to calm himself, otherwise he would start obsessing over De’Tearion’s death. That was never a good thing.

Before they got to town, Nwalan vanished and reappeared as Anoriel. She’d already been seen in town so there was no point in attracting further attention by introducing herself as a man as well.

When they had parked, Anoriel followed Larissa’s example again, unbuckling the seatbelt. She then shrugged at Larissa’s words.

“That be fine. Though, there be a way we can have a full conversation without being overheard,”Anoriel mentioned. She then tapped her own temple to explain what she meant.

“I will push it not, though. If you wish to have a vocal conversation, I have no objections,”she added.