Eira fiddled with a dagger, “Do…do you like being royalty?”
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"Of course I do. I have dominance. And power." The corners of her lips tilted slightly.
Eira nodded, “Right, sorry… stupid question.”
"That it was." Calla nodded.
Eira rolled her eyes a little, unsure of what to say next.
"Eira, where's your black stain? I'm curious."
Eira tensed a little, “Top left shoulder…. Don’t know why, I’m am not finding love.” She said.
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Alistair rode his horse through the market square, asking for directions to the Dun household. He looked Anaheran enough, so people suspected nothing of it. Idiotic, trusting Anaherans.
"Perhaps the marks will slowly fade, giving way to genetic evolution." Calla suggested, leaning back in her bed.
“Hopefully.” Eira mumbled.
(I have to go for an hour, I have a cake to bake)
(Okay)