Mesnyi
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e accepted her gracious offer, and together they enjoyed breakfast. If she could praise anything, it was Delumine cooking. Mesnyi awaited his game with vague interest (or was it disinterest?), but perked up at his choice. She finished her cinnamon roll - gracefully as she could, no trace of crumbs or icing on her face or in her mane, before answering. ”That sounds delightful,” she said, and offered a faint smile before taking a bite of her fig. It was likely last of the season, and she was grateful for any remaining fresh fruit to be found in this weather. The red flesh shone bejeweled and wet, her lips slick with arboreal blood. She looked up at him with large, cool eyes and wintry lashes. ”I accept your proposal.” Mesnyi tilted her head at his question. ”You should always offer yours first,” she winked, and said, ”My name is Jasmine. May I have your name, stranger?” He was a bit goofy, she thought, but not bad company. Now to see if he could tell a Benevolent's truth from their lie.
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"You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while."
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