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The sound suprised her and her head shot to the man, her blue eyes wide. Had she done something foolish to cause him to do that? Heat rose on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, but as quick as it came, it went. She knew nothing of him, why should she ever feel insecure around others when she has done nothing?

The thoughts vanished within a few seconds of mental arguement as he spoke once again. The weather was cold for him, therefore he could not belong to neither of the other two colder Kingdoms. Then again, despite her birthplace and the fact that she had lived all her life in the weather of Noondrim, she did always enjoy the rare cold breezes that swept the town on rainy days.

Papillion had no time to add a little bit of her thoughts before another question arose the air. "Papillion The girl said quietly. So far into the night, she had not shared it with any other person, for her, it was something that held much power if used correctly on a person. Raising her voice, just enough to be audiable, she repeated, "Papillion... Blookryn, of Noondrim."