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Return to the Village
As Chaol returned to a distinct place where Owl and Yvonne had planned, he stole a few glances of Asthenosthene. She was returning to the table with a smile on her face. Mrs. Pickinns immediately examined the child's body whether there was something that changed.
There wasn't. At least for now.
From the far distance Chaol bellowed over to Asty:s direction. He could not take his eyes off her, somehow. There was something within in that intrigued him and he could not determine what it was. Her voice perhaps? Her kind personality? Her bright features that seemed so opposite from him? Or was it her purity?
He did not know. All he could think of was: to have her in his arms. That gentle, small hands to caress him as they danced felt so perfectly fit within his palms. Her curvaceous waist, he could not help but smile as his hands were placed perfectly upon her sides. Everything about her, perfectly matched him. She was extraordinary
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