[ Sylva and Lunafreya, Oracles loved by their people, and by none more than their son and brother, respectively. His grief must have been a terrible, heavy thing, this prince of House Nox Fleuret, pain written clear as day in his eyes, a shadow that dogs his steps.
She pushes open the door, and holds it for him to pass through, looking out at the unfamiliar land before them. ] I don't suppose this is a world familiar to you?
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[ Sylva and Lunafreya, Oracles loved by their people, and by none more than their son and brother, respectively. His grief must have been a terrible, heavy thing, this prince of House Nox Fleuret, pain written clear as day in his eyes, a shadow that dogs his steps.
She pushes open the door, and holds it for him to pass through, looking out at the unfamiliar land before them. ] I don't suppose this is a world familiar to you?