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"I must be dreaming, because I don't believe in ghosts."



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Savages | Marina and the Diamonds

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pursed her lips, an odd squeak, almost an adorable one, coming from her lips as Nieve pushed the supposatory between her second set of cheeks. She whimpered, it felt like a tight squeeze, even if the capsule was rather small and there was nothing to push it in easier. Once it was in though, Lyra could begin to feel it dissolve and uncomfortably pulled her panties back up. She squirmed as the capsule turned into nothing and Nieve spoke of side affects. "Yes, I think I deserve a day off after all of this." Thankfully, Adonus was of the generous sort and since Guild Members were technically contractors working under one roof, they could take off as much time as they needed if they felt they should. Especially when you went on one intense quest after another.

"Do you think what Tymol said is true?" Lyra inquired, figuring it was better to stand and clench then sit down and spread out. Already she could feel the lightheadedness getting to her, or perhaps that was merely the power of suggestion. She did feel some sort of relief though, whether it was real or mental, Lyra did not know. "About San I mean..." she trailed off. Something about Nieve had always seemed familiar, but fey folk always had some sort of resemblance. Nieve could be anyone that Lyra was mistaking her for. "When I lived in the Fey Realm, I'd seen all sorts of crazy things. I grew up with rumors of the Glass Tower, that it held reaches beyond your wildest dreams and jewels so shiny they could blind you."

Obviously that had merely been rumored, what they had found was much, much more precious than any gem or money. A life, after all, was worth more than you could weigh. If Lyra had to make that decision again, she definitely would. If it was Nieve inside of that tower, which Lyra found just as adorable, if not a bit cold, then she would make that decision over again. She would free Nieve, or Allen, or Sopheene, or even Tymol. "Say... I know you joined the Guild, but is it something you really wanted to do? Or are you just doing it to make Allen and Sopheene happy?" Lyra inquited, "I think everyone who joined kind of felt out of place... we all have this dream, you know? Tymol wants to open up a jewelry store. Although whether he'll get the jewels fairly or not is beyond me."

San squirmed, waiting in the hallway, sitting on the floor. Tymol joined her, patting her head. San looked up and beamed, the happiest little pupper if there ever was one. Cute? What was cute? San hoped it was the same as good, she liked being good. If she was good, then she could make friends! San had never been bad though, at least, not that she could recall. She scratched behind her ear with her foot, smiling up at Tymol with her adorable fanged grin. "Nieve... good! Nieve... friend!" San said decisively, certain that the grouchy elf was friendly on the inside.

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