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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Harpie.” Bast coaxed from the other side of her door. “Come see the fresh fall of snow on the mountain.”
It was probably Bast’s fourth attempt to lure her out for the season.
She’s quite reluctant.
Likely because of all the crowds in and out of the Castle.
She tended to be more scarce as they came and went.
Avoiding the clusters of knights that could sometimes gather.
“I can see it from here.” She argued through the door.
The locked door. As if that’d keep me out, if I really wanted in.
“Come join me for chocolate and some sweets to celebrate the holiday.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why?” He slid his hand down the panel of the door next to his face as he considered why she was always so difficult.
The door ripped open so abruptly he fell a step forward and toppled onto her.
She yelped and he chuckled as he landed over her in a push up.
“If yo
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