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"The Old Rules" by candyplague
"Hello, little ones. What can I do for you today?" She asks, her voice gentle and lilting like a song.
Erilise shifts, her claws digging into the dirt beneath her. The ground is soft and wet from the springs. The springs keep the air around them cool and fresh, smelling faintly of something sweet.
"I request healing, for my brother. He's sick and we can't afford the medication he needs." Erilise replies with faux confidence while anxiety buzzes quietly inside her bones.
The acara in her arms whines, grabbing at her shirt with sweaty paws.
The faerie blinks slowly, looking them over. It's clear she is used to being spoken to in a more familiar, open manner. She smiles anyway and pushes her hair out of her face, the locks reminiscent of waves reflecting sunlight. It's bright and golden, silky rays of sunshine falling over her shoulders. Erilise finds herself admiring it, but turns her attention back to the matter at hand. She has to stay focused.
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