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EquinoxSol
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Ima looked down, a light coloration coming to her cheeks. It was obvious that nobody had said that before about her tattoos. More often than not, city elves thought that her tattoos were barbaric and animalistic. Before she could thank her, Linnor arrived, covered head to toe in white. "Ah..." he said sheepishly, the redness appearing on his cheeks apparent through the whiteness. "...A bag of flour fell on us," he stated, trying to wipe some of it off of him but not making any headway. Adhair stepped out of the back room behind Linnor, clapping a hand on the wild elf's shoulder and sending up a cloud of flour.
"Ima, you can go home now..." Catching sight of Aurea, he brushed his hair back before asking, "Who is this? A customer?"
"No," Linnor stepped in. "She's just...a friend of mine." He smiled, his teeth almost blending in with the flour.
Adhair smiled as well, both of them looking equally ridiculous. "Very well. You can go home, too, Linnor...I'll clean up the mess in the back tonight." Nodding, Linnor watched Adhair go into the back before saying to Aurea, "It was his fault, the flour. He thinks he's my age..."
"Ima, you can go home now..." Catching sight of Aurea, he brushed his hair back before asking, "Who is this? A customer?"
"No," Linnor stepped in. "She's just...a friend of mine." He smiled, his teeth almost blending in with the flour.
Adhair smiled as well, both of them looking equally ridiculous. "Very well. You can go home, too, Linnor...I'll clean up the mess in the back tonight." Nodding, Linnor watched Adhair go into the back before saying to Aurea, "It was his fault, the flour. He thinks he's my age..."