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Ethan looked at her, his head tilted. "Huh. Shh..Sorry." He couldn't think of much else to say. "Were the thieves good to you?" |
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"Yeah. Well- it was mainly this guy who got a bunch of kids, sent them out as pickpockets. The better you were, generally, the more you ate. So, naturally, I was the best." ¤ She shrugged. ¤ "I like not starving." |
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"The Federation is nothing like you'll have known, trust me. It not that important anyway. How di you like England?" ¤ She asked nonchalantly, as if the bomb she had just dropped on him was nothing. ¤ |
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His eyebrows raised a little. "Pickpocket? Wasn't quite expecting that." He bit his lip. "England? It was. It really had no inbetween too proper or too poor. I and my mother hardly made a living but it was nice I guess. A lot more people than here. I prefer the woodland life." He crossed his leg over the foot of the leg that was up and put his hands behind his head. "It was fine, I justs wish we'd been better set off or that she'd had come with me." |
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"Hm. Wheres your father, then?" |
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"He's in the main town, after the storm passes I'll introduce you." He smiled. He liked his father a little better, he was more leniant than their mother. He slicked back his hair. "You met my uncle, he's the headmaster and we just call him that usually." |
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"Ah. Is it busy there? In the main town?" ¤ She asked, watching his behavior intently. ¤ |
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"Ah. Is it busy there? In the main town?" ¤ She asked, watching his behavior intently. ¤ |
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"No, not quite. There are maybe 500 people on the sactuary. But everyone has chores and jobs. We don't really use money here either." A gust of wind made him jump a little, putting his hands in his lap. With his hands free, he signed as he continued to speak. "We have houses and stores and dragon houses there to keep them sheltered but they stay here of their own free will really." |
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Heavy Downpours, Flood Warning
