Nerys swore into her palms as Estienien kneaded into her lower back. The ghosts of last night's shooting pains whispered along her legs. "Better to hurt now then later," he told her, pulsing his aether into her overworked muscles.
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"Mock velvet," said Redolent Rose as he guided Nerys' hand over the sapphire fabric. "Your client is not rich in funds. We can still make sure he cuts a dashing figure in Ul'dah society."
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"Should I call you something new?" Nerys breathed, looking upon their friend as they shown with the power of the king. Pearlescent aether glittered across their wings over the bright orange her friend so loved. "My precious sapling may still call me Feo Ul," said Feo Ul with the same sweet smile they always had.
After a morning of absolutely no tugs on the line--and his dear, darling infuriating Sicard giving him no end of grief about it--something bit. "Come feast your eyes on this!" Emmanellain cried, looking over the side of the ship at what would no doubt feed the entire crew. What looked back at him, holding weakly onto the line, was the barely conscious form of a large specimen of man who looked a great deal like the recently vanquished crown prince of Garlemald.
Post Endwalker
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She flung herself forward like a lance with arms outstretched, seizing Foulques by the forearms even as he fell and her abdomen smacked painfully against the ground. The breath rushed out of her with a yelp of pain but she didn't let go, even as they slid further into the cravasse. "Hold tight," she croaked.
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"Forgive me," Emet murmured, his tongue curling about the nectar on his thumb. His golden eyes never strayed from Urianger's, offering all manner of challenge. "I simply could not resist."
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