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Lowering her bow D'Aleen enters the room slowly, drawn by the warmth emitting from the glowing hearth. Wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her, she gazed around at the books lining the walls and took in the soft chairs and luxurious setting.
Moving over curiously to see what Vinoh was speaking to, a soft gasp escapes her lips when she sees the feline.
"Vinoh....I could try to speak with it, as with the horses so long ago. My only fear is that if it is a shifter than I may not break the mental hold. What do you think?"
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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