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The moment Jon heard Selina shout, he looked to where she, Ali and Samson were so he could guess what was going on. Everything became obvious, though. She had blond hair that was styled differently, though since he wasn't close enough, he didn't catch the covering on her facial marks. Jon found himself staring at her... It was a good look for her, really. He did like her snowy hair; it completed the image of an ice princess. Since her eyes were still that piercing, icy blue, he might as well stick by the nickname for her.
"Awh, you're still pretty," he said quietly to himself, wondering if her good hearing might have picked that up. Not that he really cared... It felt silent over here by himself.
He observed as Samson walked over to Selina. The old man was sitting in the grass with Alia and Nana, telling them stories from his past; good ones, sad ones, funny ones, strange ones... When he approached Selina, he made a toothy smile and spoke,
"Relax, missy. It's not permanent. We just hafta keep your identity hidden when we go to Oren, thassall!"
Samson expected her to react violently, though with words because she wouldn't dare strike him with her fists. Alia and Nana appeared next to Samson, the little girl's hand clinging to the wrist of her elder sister. She looked up to the blond haired woman with a childish smile,
"Selina! Pwetty!" she cooed, getting a giggle out of Ali, who nodded with agreement.
"Awh, you're still pretty," he said quietly to himself, wondering if her good hearing might have picked that up. Not that he really cared... It felt silent over here by himself.
He observed as Samson walked over to Selina. The old man was sitting in the grass with Alia and Nana, telling them stories from his past; good ones, sad ones, funny ones, strange ones... When he approached Selina, he made a toothy smile and spoke,
"Relax, missy. It's not permanent. We just hafta keep your identity hidden when we go to Oren, thassall!"
Samson expected her to react violently, though with words because she wouldn't dare strike him with her fists. Alia and Nana appeared next to Samson, the little girl's hand clinging to the wrist of her elder sister. She looked up to the blond haired woman with a childish smile,
"Selina! Pwetty!" she cooed, getting a giggle out of Ali, who nodded with agreement.