[she is not used to being snuck up on, but it's a little hard to hear footsteps when there aren't any. Her hand goes to the hilt of her sword instantly as she turns toward the voice, still half-crouched. The metal dog doesn't seem to notice anything wrong at all.]
"This" being...? I'd appreciate an explanation.
[red hair, green eyes....strange. This woman couldn't possibly be a Fabre, but those were very defining traits...]
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"This" being...? I'd appreciate an explanation.
[red hair, green eyes....strange. This woman couldn't possibly be a Fabre, but those were very defining traits...]