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EᔕᔕᕼI ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ Esshi and Ainhara look around the shop. Thankfully, it is just them. 'One less thing to worry about...' Esshi sighs as she looks at Ainhara, the concern in her eyes is clear. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Shh!" Lyn waves her hand and stops them from bowing. "Please don't bow. And don't call me Your Grace, either." Bree and Michael stand straight. "Please, I just want to temporarily escape and enjoy the day." ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Of course, your secret is safe with us, Your High- I mean... Nyl..." Michael says and they nod. "It's a honour to have you here. You and your handmaidens." Bree says, eyes shining. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "The honour is ours!" Esshi says. "If you would be so kind to-" "Not inform anyone? We won't." Michael promises them with a reassuring smile. "But I will say that we are glad to see that you are well, my lady." ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Thank you." Lyn sighs. "Ainhara." Her handmaid digs into the basket and brings out some gold coins and a few gems. "Here. Please accept this. Also know that I will send a few gifts your way for keeping my secret." "You are far too kind, Nyl." Bree teases.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
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EᔕᔕᕼI ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ Esshi and Ainhara look around the shop. Thankfully, it is just them. 'One less thing to worry about...' Esshi sighs as she looks at Ainhara, the concern in her eyes is clear. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Shh!" Lyn waves her hand and stops them from bowing. "Please don't bow. And don't call me Your Grace, either." Bree and Michael stand straight. "Please, I just want to temporarily escape and enjoy the day." ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Of course, your secret is safe with us, Your High- I mean... Nyl..." Michael says and they nod. "It's a honour to have you here. You and your handmaidens." Bree says, eyes shining. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "The honour is ours!" Esshi says. "If you would be so kind to-" "Not inform anyone? We won't." Michael promises them with a reassuring smile. "But I will say that we are glad to see that you are well, my lady." ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Thank you." Lyn sighs. "Ainhara." Her handmaid digs into the basket and brings out some gold coins and a few gems. "Here. Please accept this. Also know that I will send a few gifts your way for keeping my secret." "You are far too kind, Nyl." Bree teases.
I know, it's kinda dull. Hopefully I'll feel more inspired in the next week! Hugs! Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell
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28/F/United Kingdom
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
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