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¬ HILN

"I still think ti's a terrible idea, Hiln," Saffire let out in a low whisper, pausing at the entrance of the small guest hall. 

I remembered the first time she had come to Fashire's wing with a frightful gaze that flitted about. May had been petrified but it had taken her quite a while to get accustomed to the depressed chambers as she called them. 

Despite its annoying owner, I found the place quite beautiful. 

Saffire on the other hand, even now, always acted as if Fashire would jump out of the shadows at any moment and pounce on her. 

May turned out to be a pet of a literal child who happens to be another cousin of Fashire's, albeit distant. She was more of a nanny than his actual pet of sorts. Saffire's Lord was somewhat similar to Lorn and buried himself in his books—when he wasn't busy in Saffire'S embrace.