IN THE FOREST OF THE LOST

[beathollow]

it's all too perfect.

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[emptyself]

I see. I'm sorry I've troubled you, then. [ he'll give the light a quick bow. ] But I'll do my best to help her in return.

[beathollow]

...

The light seems to give an approving glow, and for a moment a ghost of a brown haired woman appears, ruffling his hair a little.

The red ribbon on her wrist has moved to his own.