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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ֹ 𓋲 ࣪ ۰ ⟢ @LOVEOFSTTRINA ۰ ⠀ ݁
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" I-In training , my lady . "
The thin young man corrects , staring up at her with eyes riddled with self doubt and awe of who he stands before .
" Though my progress is ... admittedly slow . I'm sure to make the title of perfumer within the year . This I promise you . "
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Pleating out the folds in her waist–robes, Skuunda cannot help but look down and to the side as she adjusted herself.
“I see the bottles rested on thy hips.” She narrowed her eyes. “Impossible to miss, when thou’rt so thin and meagre.
Perfumer, thou’rt?”
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Slumbering Egg.
A delicate bundle of owl eggs that will never hatch. Found tenderly by Skuunda, close to the resting place of Thiollier’s beloved St. Trina.
A symbol of the most sublime slumber, for which gentle Thiollier has not yet felt.
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I will ascend to greater heights and greater things, so that I may be significant enough to poke a hole in the clouds for us to breathe——where the Gods stripped us of our very breath, suffocated under their divinity.
" You would be correct , on most occasions . "
Taking the blade back into his hands , he idly flourishes it with one hand .
" But ... I cannot skirt around the concept of taking lives with bottles and needles . It nearly cost me my life . "
" If I wish to be a --->
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Skin like porcelain meets the hardened flesh of battle , and scars that no doubt told stories of herself .
But he need not hear them in order to accept them . Skuunda may tell the tale when she feels it is right .
" Tired . " He admits . " And afraid . "
But he is --->