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"Nina.." Vanelee shouted softly, as he wandered around the forest looking for the lost mage.
As he continued to walk, something caught his eye. A foot...Nina's foot...sticking out from behind a tree.
Vanelee approached his young miss excitedly, but not brashly, not wanting to startle her.
When she came into view, Vanelee saw that she and Anca had drifted off, leaning against a tree. Vanelee could only smile as he saw his lady sleeping, her body illuminated in the rays of sunlight that managed to pentrate the forest's canopy.
Leaning down on Nina's side, Vanelee decided he wouldn't wake her. Instead, he moved her body gently away from the tree so that he could squeeze in between it and her. After doing so, and not waking her up, the elf cradled the young miss in his arms, holding her petite frame like the precious tresure she was. He then gently kissed her neck, and waited for her to awake.
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