[She remembers that day well. How could she forget? She had been what, sixteen? Admiring the portrait of the current Lord Commander hung within the walls of Stonhyrr when he strolled on up. And of course, the first and only thing she thought to do was to bolt. If she had any control of her wings, she would have flown right out a window if she could have just to avoid him...]
Believe whatever you like.
[She huffs, setting down her cup firmly on the table and biting into the sausage.]
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Believe whatever you like.
[She huffs, setting down her cup firmly on the table and biting into the sausage.]
I was simply admiring the handiwork.