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A young girl of seventeen with flaxen hair that lightened up and radiated with the evening sun that casted a vintage-like filter all around from the black tarred asphalts to the ever-noisy CD shop that was directly converse to their home, ushered Eallric, Brione and Gerey in.
She had a Cherry Red and Emerald Green Evening gown that hugged her shoulder and embraced her petite frame down to her waist before enlarging and flourishing like an umbrella.
She looked like a tall and beautiful Christmas elf as the colours of her frock sparkled and her well groomed mannerisms made her astonishing. It was Cwena.As they stepped into the neat compound that smelled of the wet, chocolaty soil with a little flava of homemade honey, Trosheare came out; bubbly, full of life, with her blonde hair that gleamed and appeared more glorious than Cwena's, and with bright red blushed on her fleshy cheeks.
“Eallric? Brione?” She s
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