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[Inkheart]

She continues to watch the more delicate female with what one might call an unnerving intensity. She doesn't intend it that way of course; it's simply her nature. An intensity that cannot be held back, stalled. It's funny, really, because she had never thought she would like the sunshine-colored mare. She had always seemed so childish, naive, and wanting for attention. But that was in the presence of the King. Perhaps they were all a little stupid around their leader. (Though she liked to think that it was untrue for her.) Having some sort of friend, an ally, in this great desert land would be something to treasure. Since Morozko's departure, she has been devoid of friendships. It's a lonely life to lead, that of the priestess in charge of her flock. Or whatever flock would be willing to follow her, at least. She's momentarily lost in thought, then Bexley responds. Not with outrage or mockery, but with calm understanding. 'Send a letter when you can.' She tilts her crown, flowing locks dancing over her brow, as she watches the sunny mare depart. "Until then." Horrible, I'm sorry. But thread concluded!

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