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Imriel is sitting by the kraken pond, feeding Spots bits of pineapple.
He doesn't have his sword (though the daggers are present at his belt and his boot), and he looks entirely too self-satisfied.
Young love. Isn't it adorable?
He doesn't have his sword (though the daggers are present at his belt and his boot), and he looks entirely too self-satisfied.
Young love. Isn't it adorable?
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He drops to a comfortable sitting position, settling for only a moment before arms come around to tug Imriel into a hug from behind, chin settling quickly at a shoulder.
It's a completely natural move. Instinctive, almost. And very, very affectionate.
"...hello," he says warmly.
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