Hmmm. . .
Perhaps I should weave my threads to spindle a new dress today, but I have no subjects to test it on.
A struggle it seems.
You have been kept at arm's left by everyone since you arrived. . .
Not by choice, but because of that terrible burden you bear.
A weight you've dragged step, by step.
So it makes sense Castorice, that this flood gate opening is something beyond what you expected.
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Easy now Castorice.
| She would chuckle, gently brushing her thumb underneath each eye she saw those tears ready to burst from as she gave her such a gentle smile. |
I would hate to see these cheeks stained with tears.
You're far too beautiful to be wasting them on this.
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Well. . . I doubt anything could really change how I feel about you Castorice.
You were a ember, that I cradled into a beautiful flame, and I am happy that you feel such a way about me.
| She would place her hand upon Castorice's head, stroking the other's head
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I never wanted you to feel as though you owed me, or felt a sense of obligation to fulfill the wants I had in my heart.
To me? I wanted you to only rise and chase after your own ambitions Castorice.
| She would say with such a soft spoken tone of voice.|
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| There was silence, as she let the confession ruminate in her mind. Closing her eyes, embracing the feelings that stirred within her chest before she gave Castorice such a soft nod. |
I can see why you struggled. . .
My poor Castorice.
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| Aglaea's smile was soft, and her expression was softer as she would continue brush that thumb against the other's cheek. Over, and over as she listened to Castorice's words. . . |
Why would you never dare speak such things? . . .
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I am flattered Castorice.
| She would say with a soft smile on her face as she stood up, and began to walk towards the other. Standing right in front of her. The height difference was obvious as day.
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| The Goldweaver stopped her weaving, and looked right at the other with a rather. . . look of surprise. The imbuing process would have to wait. . . |
I'm sorry. . . She isn't me?
| It was clear she finally caught on before
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Oh? Of course.
Miss Hysilens must be the one who catches your eye.
Given her stature.
| She would say with a soft nod, as she would begin to weave that golden thread deeper into the silken, imbuing it with her essence properly now. It even
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