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“I… don’t know, and i’m not sure He knows either. Maybe there’s a hint or trail or something that could be used to find it? Maybe a ‘detect object’ spell or something like that?” She suggested, She wasn’t sure how good of an idea this was, but She was already pretty deep in.

He frowned a little, “Maybe but… I can’t use spells… reliably… won’t be going anywhere… for a while either…”

His arm and leg were going to have to regenerate before he could seriously start looking. If he really tried he could hobble his way out of this place if he had a crutch of some kind, but then the rest of his other injuries needed to heal so he could actually move. Most of his ribs were still crushed into his lungs, or at least that’s what it felt like.

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Her eyes turned Big when She heard that this tiny man was the monster’s father, and another fear went through now, could her own child turn out like this too? She wouldn’t really Call him sweet or little either. “His gem seemed pretty broken, maybe it has something to do with that? Those things are pretty important afterall.” She asked, trying to get her mind away from her fear for now.

Adoptive Father/Uncle, but nonetheless, the sentiment was still there.

He still saw the little naga he raised. The one who was afraid to sleep alone. The one who hid under the bed during thunderstorms. The one that would try to cling to him as often as possible. No matter how twisted he looked now, that’s what he thought of. All those years of caring for him after his parents were killed…

A flicker of recognition seemed to flash across his face at her suggestion, “Yes… Yes I think… you’re right… but where would the… the pieces be…?”

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A part of just believed He was saying that, but considering He somehow survived, it could very well be possible. She just hoped that right now Vincent wouldn’t return for some time. And that the idea of building a House near the spring or get one of the others, like Ballora or Jeremy, would be a yes. “Is there anything else i can do for you? Also, and sorry if i overstepped, but what do you know about Vincent?” She asked the small man.

He didn’t answer for a long while, starting to go in and out of consciousness. Pulling himself back a bit, he turned his head to spit out some of the blood before looking at Shella again, “Friend of… his father… raised him after parents died… I don’t know why he’s… like this now… such a sweet little naga…”

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She herself was getting a bit tired, being not exactly an expert meant She grew tired faster when using this type of magic. After a bit She stopped to catch her breath. “How are you faring?” She asked, hoping it would at least be better.

He winced as he tried to shift more, breathing ragged as he managed to rasp out, “I’ve… I’ve had worse… I can’t… seem to recall… what those times… were though…”

Grimacing, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady. It felt like the world was spinning out of control. His little Vinny had been twisted into something unrecognizable, and he had no idea what he could do to possibly help. What had happened to him? Was it really his fault the naga was like this now?

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She bend down and for and started to heal him, She was no priestess or medic, but She still knew a few things and did the best She could to help him out.

The process was slow due to both the severity and sheer number of injuries Oliver possessed, yet it was also much faster since he was not an ordinary human. Once enough had been repaired, though it was far from everything, he struggled to sit upright, slumping against the tree for support. His expression was pained, but it had nothing to do with his injuries.

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Shella stood there for a moment more, frozen as She watched Vincent slither away. Once He was out of sight did She go to see the person who had showed up. She honestly wanted to puke when She saw his mangled “corpse”, but somehow could She still tell He was alive, and went closer.

He was still somewhat conscious, his one remaining good eye opening to look up at Shella. He didn’t speak, that was rather hard to do with your throat torn open, but he seemed at least somewhat aware of things. That likely wouldn’t be for much longer, however.

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She froze for a moment, feeling her stomach twist and turn at the sight of it. She’ll never get used to such a sight, and when She saw Vincent’s glare, She felt a shiver down her spine, even if it wasn’t directed at her. She was here now, but what should She do? Vincent does not look to be on the mood for talking, and it was even Worse then back in the cave.

Oliver was still trying in-between pained gasps and wheezes as he fought to stay conscious. Even as Vincent lunged for him again, he still tried. “Vin… Vinny… St-op plea-!”

He was cut off as Vincent slammed him into the ground and began to press down on him with as much of his weight as he could manage. His bones cracked under the intense pressure, and through it all, the twisted naga was yelling at him, his voice distorting more than it usually did,  S̴̠̹̞̦͇͙̰̐H̸͖̯̯̦̣̣̗͍̍̓̽͠Ų̸̮͇͓̹͓͑̓̀̆̃͛̚T̷͍̼͓̹͕̼͉͕͗́̾̿̑̀͝͠ ̷̡͕̱̲̟̝͇̼͖̃̈̕ͅȖ̷̯͓͖̲̠̝̰̹͛̄̕̚̕͜P̵̦̒͆͠͠!̵̪̜͍̥̰̒̇̊͋̎̅̌͜͠ͅ  Ì̵̝̞̖̇̈́͜͝'̶̨̣͍̹͝m̷̜̿̂̕̚ ̵̗̾n̸̪̣̯̂ō̵̻̗͉̪͌ṯ̶͋͌͝ ̸̙͖̳͙̍͋t̴̙̙̬̍͂̈́h̴̭͎͕̏̿̽a̵͈̹͚̣͗͆t̸͉͋̊̈́ ̶̢͙̑V̵̟͎͇͕̑̄i̴̱͊̿͘n̵͙̬̦͘͘c̸̢͑͂̈e̵̫̓n̷̖̠̪̹͂̐͠ṭ̶̗͒̇ͅ ̵̢̲̥̫̆͗ä̴̤̜́̈͒n̵̗͎̫͘y̸̺̖̳̌̿͝m̸͍͌͝ō̷̧͇̻ṙ̸͍̗e̵̢̹̺͂́!̶̮̲̗̦̏͑ ̸̰̟͇̺̔͛͛Ǎ̵̢̈̆͝ͅn̵̛̬͈̐̒d̶̺͙̭̹̔ ̸͕̫͕̊̾ͅi̷̗͎̋̅͑̕t̴͎̘͋'̵̛̙̓̔s̸̳̲̼̲͋̈́ ̸̨̢̛̠̖̀̂á̷̟̔̑ĺ̵͓̑̏l̷͚͙̽ ̶̡̣͖̣̃̈́́̈b̶̢̮̣͌̿͘͝ȩ̴͙͌̈̌c̴̡̘͆̈́a̴̺͓͛͆̓͒ṳ̷̓͠ͅs̵̹͐͊e̴͉͌̀̾ ̴̧̳́o̴̼̲͘f̸̡̛̙̝́ ̷̨̼͝y̴̮̩̮̍͊ö̷̮̘̥̈́͘ͅų̴͑̇!̸̻̝̞̊̒͌̅͜ ̵̜̳̻̾B̶̙̭̲̅̚͠͠e̵͍͈̞͆̌̃͝c̸̯͈͎͒̋̈̇a̶̖͔͛ͅu̷̡͓͖͇̾͋͠ş̸͍͙̟̇̉͝e̸̼͌͒̂͠ ̷̧̐͗̄Y̵͎͕̆͆Ȏ̶͈̮̫̅U̴̯̎.̴̦͈̯̐͛̇́ ̷̫͗͋͗̕͜D̷̝͇̻̓İ̴̟D̶͙̯̞̀Ǹ̶͎͉͗͘'̸̖̙̬̿̅T̷͎͠.̷̟̪̝̀͝ ̷͈̻̻̦́͋̈́̓H̸̳̀̏E̴̤̖̜͑͜L̷̡̞͙͆̀͝P̷͓̯͈͐̊͌ ̷͈́̌̄͝Ḿ̸̡͔͖̩E̵͈̠͙̒!̷̲̼̜̂͒̄͝ Ḭ̸̄͝ ̶̘̙̺̎̍͗̇̊̏B̵͙̱̼͋̎̉͒͜ͅĘ̶̦̜̖̐̚G̶̗̬͒͒G̵̛̟̟͙͗̐͂͗̚E̴̤͓̝̼̮̻̓̾̚͝D̵̡̗͈̟̥̜͆̍͑ ̴̢̙̇̿̆̕ā̷̻̲́͘͝͝n̶͕͕̎̇́̐̒d̷͎̩̜̽̍̀͋ ̷̬̱̻͚͆P̸̛̥̥̉̽̐̚L̷̨͙̪̳͉̟͂̏̄̐̂͂E̴̡̗͍͔̙̱̽̉A̴̺̦͐́̈́̐͘D̸̛̲̭͓Ě̵̮̪̳͈̖̃͘ͅD̸͕͉͖̂̂̽͝ ̸̡͉̩͂̂f̷̡̠̪̘͐́̒ͅo̴̩̤͕̘̩̻̓r̴̺͎̣͚͐̚ͅ ̵̢̝͕̱̹̞́̈́̀̂͆a̸̤͖̥̖͊̾g̷̨̞̓e̵̡̨̱̅̋͛ŝ̵͈͔̾,̴̧̣̳̣̈́͛̔͒͝ ̶̯͐ḅ̵͒͛ư̷̩̱̘̭͐͊̍̕t̶̺̘͙͔̝̐ ̸̞̩͆̓̈́͜͝ẏ̵̧̢͇̫̗͆͋o̴̢̰͆̌̋̈́̓͝ú̶͔̱̥̙̏̆͌̃̇ ̷̡̰̈́̓̈́̈́̑͝N̵̹̆̓͛E̴̩̪̪̋͂̆̐̆ͅV̷̡̬͙̦̈ͅE̵̛͍͈̗̔ͅR̶͔̃͂̒͝ ̷̖̦̟͖̹̥̈̾͠͝C̴͎͓̈́̊̾ͅẠ̸̭͚́͒͆͋Ḿ̸͇̭̯͉̓̈́̋̇͋Ę̵̱̹͂͑̆̾͊͆!̵̹̃̒̽͂̉̕ ̵̪̭̅͑̂̽̎Y̷̨̗̤̏̀̀̚͘ỏ̵̗̥͇̣͔̝̒̉̅ȕ̶͓͂̑ ̸̜̤̦̼̄ĺ̸͈̤͇̖̣́͗͒̇̓ę̶̥̪͉͚̟̐̽̏̚̚f̴̣̌̆͌ţ̸̥͚͚͉̾͜ ̴̛̻̠̟̀̌͑̇͝ͅḿ̸̡̦͙̲̍è̴̬ ̵͍̤̮͉͘͝w̸̝̬̓i̴̢̝͛͑́̈̑͜ț̵̺͉̲͓̻͂͑̎h̶͖͎̮̠̽͜ ̸̨̳̩̼̗͚̅̋T̷̠̮͚͖̔̓̓H̸͉̙̝́̃͝ͅĘ̵̮͇̘̑M̷̱̄̎̀̓́͝ͅ!̸͉͈̜́͒̔͊ ̴̡͚̎̈́̿͘Y̴̙͛̈͝ö̴͚̻́͑̂̔u̸̲̖̒̎̏̈͘̕ ̸̯̏̏͝ş̷̠͎̪̌̿̂̃̿ȧ̵̧̼̯̩ị̷̭̥̹̲͖̽͛̄͝d̴͇̹͓̒͘ͅ ̷̝͎̯̮̥̗́̀y̸͓̽o̶̱͎̦͗͗̏u̸̟̩͎̖̘͂̋͛̀̈́͝ ̴̡̡͕͎̃͋w̷͕̎̉́̓ǫ̵̟͉́̎͠ȕ̷̢̧̘̯͒̚l̶̢̻̤͈͉̎̐d̷͖̗̩͐͗̏͛̄̄ ̸͕̾͗͊̆̃̋à̵̮̫̯̠̩̺͛̉l̷̼͎͓̪̽w̷̬̮̘͈͌͜a̶̠̲̮͖̰̺̎̔͒y̶̡̙͇̺͈͖͛s̸̡̢̩̻̗̄̽̓ ̴̮̺̯̂̎̀̈́͝b̷̤͙̻͂ͅe̵͉̍̍͑ ̷͓͙̤̈́̉̇̍ţ̷̭͖͆́ḣ̶̡͛͝͝e̴̞̬̚r̷̠̠̜̄́̍͌͝e̶̞̞̖̤̽͌ ̸̨̖̲̺̊̅͊̄͝f̶̮͉̭̼̤̋̀̓͆ö̷̖̬͓̪͈͚́̿̂̾͛͠r̶̜͛̀̋̆͝ ̶̤̥̫̈͑m̴̩̈̈́̑̒͝ě̴͙̯̻͎̘͋̇,̵̻̦͙̼͕͆̊̎̍͂͜͠ ̸̹͉̣̋̓y̴̮͚̖̜̳̿̓̚e̸͔̜̰͍̻̓̆̏̈̈́̚t̷͔̾͑̈̅͜͠͝ ̷̦͌̃͌̀͘i̵̛͕̊t̵̺̹̲̻̄͑'̷̞̘̭̳̳̓͝s̵̤̰̣͛̅̿̊̊̾ ̴̖̤̇͌̑̍̌ợ̴̢̉n̷͈̯͈͔̯̼̋́̑̀͒̂l̷̨̨̪̗͙̘͐̆͝y̴̧̳̹̐ ̵̱̱̒͒̇̇͑N̸̘͎̰̈̄͜Ó̶͈͊̑̆̚͝W̷͇̹͚̐̀̄̋͑ ̷̣̇y̷̨̮͈̪͗͠o̵̢͆͆͆͊ų̸̡̇̆̾ ̴̮̼̘̩̽̒̈́͌s̷͚͂̈́̈́̆h̵̡͚̬̘͛͘o̴̧̦̓̈̇̔͂͐w̸̼͕̲̪͇̅͐ ̶̬̟̝̪̔̂́u̵͍̎̋̔p̶̹̺͍̟̔́͛̀̈́̀ͅ!̶̨̙͒̔͐͘?̸̰͍̠̀͛

There was a sickening crunch as Oliver’s body finally gave entirely, but even then the naga still wasn’t done with him. With another feral snarl, he sank his claws into his ruined frame and started to drag something else out of him, only to stop not even halfway.

For the longest time, he didn’t move, Oliver’s soul in his claws, but then, slowly, he released it, letting it sink back into its proper place. Instead, he picked up the limp body and threw it back into the forest where he’d first emerged. There was another muffled crack as he hit a tree, crumpling to the ground in a heap.

Snorting in disgust, Vincent slithered off without another word. He didn’t even spare Shella a single glance before vanishing into the trees.

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The two watched as Vincent jumped at Oliver. Shella wanted to help him, but She didn’t know how and began to panic. The child meanwhile could tell that Oliver was not going to die, She could somehow tell that He was immortal. “There must be something i can do! Anything!” Shella screamed at herself. Before her daughter could reply had She already ran towards the exit, the nymph tried to stop her with a shield, but She disspelled it.

When she actually made it up top, Oliver was struggling to sit upright, bleeding heavily with his stomach torn open, and sans one arm and a leg. He’d been thrown away a good distance, and the reason why was fairly clear as Vincent yanked a large knife out of his neck, tossing it away in disgust, then struggled with one that had been lodged and twisted into his left eye.

After several minutes of struggling, he succeeded in removing it, glaring daggers at the mauled sorcerer as the injuries healed.

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Shella raised a shield in front of her and her daughter, while said daughter re-summoned the lightning. They were both surprised when Vincent suddenly left and a little bit confused.

True to what Shella had said was the entire area around the spring been frozen over, it seemed to be streaching for quite a while.

The two meanwhile remained in the cave and used a bit of magic to see what Vincent was doing. It was nearby so it was easy enough.

To say the naga looked agitated was an understatement. He looked downright murderous and, quite literally, burning with rage. The frozen state of his surroundings didn’t seem to bother him in the least, likely thanks to being wreathed in fire, and the fire itself was hot enough that it was scorching the frozen ground black in the area immediately surrounding him.

For the longest time he remained where he was, the end of his tail lashing back and forth before he suddenly turned and threw a fireball across the spring and into the trees, a look of pure hate on his face. Moments later, a slightly burned and smoking, short man with strawberry blond hair emerged from the trees.

Rather than fear, hate, or anger, the man looked sad, gazing at the twisted naga like a parent who could no longer recognize their child, “Vinny…? What-”

Vincent didn’t wait for him to finish, letting out a vicious snarl as he lunged at the man. The fires went out before he actually tackled him, but that was little comfort when he still had claws, teeth, and raw strength on his side.

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“I’m sorry, but i could feel the energy all the way from the home, i had to come. Not to mention the entire area around the spring has been frozen over and the thunderstorms, i want to ensure my child’s safety. Please, let’s just talk this out.” She begged, wanting no harm to befall the kid, standing her ground between the two of them. The nymph meanwhile grumbled a bit, they lost control again.

Vincent growled, the fires still burning strongly, as he advanced, İ̵̭̬r̸̝̓͗r̵̬̔ͅȅ̶̲ͅl̶͍̘͛ȇ̸̙̐v̸͍͕̇à̷̮̃n̸̰̘̂̊t̵̡͝.̴̲̉̕͜.̷͕͑.̷͇̓͋ ̷͍̤́͆

Normally, he would keep punishment at a minimum, as he didn’t want to break his things, but he was sure he could fix the Mage and Nymph if he was quick enough…

He reached out to grab the little Mage only to pause as he sensed a very unwelcome intruder to his territory. Without a second thought, he left the two of them behind and darted out of the cave.

Dragging himself back out of the water, he looked around for a brief moment, trying to figure out where the intruder was.

Ṅ̷̦o̶͌͜ẘ̴̟ ̵̳͆y̸̩̕o̴̥͝u̶͙͒ ̵̍ͅs̸̩͂h̵͖͑o̷̗̎w̴̳̌ ̸̳̈́ụ̸̆p̷̮̈́.̵͔̉.̶͚̆.̶̇ he hissed disdainfully, Ñ̶͔ò̴̼ẁ̶̫ ̵͔̓y̵̙̍ò̴̢ǔ̵̝ ̶̜̈s̸̤̒h̶̲̍o̴͇͂w̸̗͝ ̷͔̈́u̷̦̓p̸̥̏!̴̹̉ ̵͈͛

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“The feeling is mutuel.” She simply replied as lightning started to cover her body and large boulders where lifted from the ground, the Air also seemed to get colder. Foot steps was suddenly heard as Shella ran past Vincent and stood in front of the nymph. “Mom?!” “Please, let’s stop this before anyone gets hurt.” Shella tried to reason with Vincent.

The naga glared, something black and viscous dripping onto the floor from his fangs as he growled out, I̴͈͆ ̵͍̚d̸̫̈́o̷̭̽n̸̨̊'̶̳̕ṱ̵͋ ̷̩̒r̷̪̉e̷͍̾c̸͇̀á̵͖l̵̨̛l̴͖̒ ̴̗͐ȃ̷͕l̷͎̆l̴͕̈́ö̴̹ẉ̵̂i̵͍͛n̵̗̒g̷̠̀ ̸̹́y̵̺͊ó̶̼ȗ̵̻ ̵͎̒o̵̮̾ú̴̱t̸̪̄s̸̛̯i̶͔̔d̵̖̾e̴͓͐,̸̳̑ ̷͓̑p̸̗̜̒e̸͎̋͝t̵͖̉.̴̥͎͝.̶̞̋.̴̮͚̕ ̶̘̅͊ͅM̴̨͚̓o̸̠̰͒v̷̟̀͌ë̵͍̮́͝.̵̺̩͆͂ ̴̭͊Ö̶̪̦r̴̢̓ ̶̔͜y̵͎̐͝ỏ̷͙̈́ȕ̴͈̚'̴͙͉̇̀r̶̝͊͊e̶̖̿ ̴̝̏p̷̜̝̋͗ȗ̷̼͋ǹ̵̹͙́î̶̪͙͝s̷̻̖͠h̵̨̃͘ͅm̷̨̬͝e̷͕̟̒n̸̖̦͠t̸̼̤̅ ̴̙̌͑w̷̱̅ĩ̷̱ḻ̵͊͜͝l̶̞̓ ̶̹̐̕͜ḇ̵̃ẻ̴̙̔ ̴͊̔ͅf̴͖̤̌͝a̴̼͂r̶̹̫̎ ̸̪́̑w̵̠̾̾ơ̴̺ŕ̵̗̐͜s̵͓͑̃ͅe̶͇͊̃.̶̧͍̈́̋.̵̗̂̚.̶̜͙̂̒

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When the nymph was frown She stopped midair before She hit anything, but let out a pained grown when She was pinned. “How about no?” She stated before the skin on Vincent’s hand started to burn and She let out a huge colum of fire from her mouth that could cover his entire upper body from her mouth. When She felt herself free again She pulled some distance between them. “Are you done playing God now?”

The sheer amount that came out of such a small nymph startled him long enough for her to pull away, but even if he didn’t have all of his soul energy in reserve, the naga was fireproof so it did nothing to him beyond be annoying. Hissing lowly, he huffed out a burst of white-blue fire with even more flames rippling over the spikes that ran down his spine, Ï̶̩̲͈ ̶̲̒d̷̨̖̗̃o̸̫̍n̶̮̩͗'̶̤̉̂̆ț̴̞͝ ̴̨̠͛̈t̷͙͓̾̕ḩ̴͍͂͂͘i̷̼̣̙̽n̵̤͛̏k̷̼̿̑ ̸̤̻̽ẙ̷̥̱̙̒ǫ̵̨͔̔u̸̒̿ͅ ̷̣̌́́ủ̴̥̌n̷̻̈́̓d̵̗͈͉́̽e̴̥̞͂͝r̷̺̈̈s̸̄̏̍͜ṯ̸̠̂â̴̮͙̣͌̂ṉ̴̛̟̈́͑d̴̞̍͑ ̷̼͕̳͂y̷̧̨͛ỏ̶̧̠͚ű̴̼̝̚r̴̛̬̥̾͝ ̵̩̼̟͌̊́s̷̡̬̗̅̒i̶̥͎̕t̴̊̎ͅṵ̷͙̓͆͌a̷̗̽t̴̢̄͜͠i̷̺̩͔͑̏̕o̸̱͔̎̈́n̷̫̩̏̚ ̶̢̲̌̍w̶̫̫͘ͅë̵̢͖́l̵͉̹̊̐̚l̷̰͌͠ ̷͖̰̞̔͝e̷̜͗n̷̟̆̓o̷̺̒u̸̜͇̣͛̍g̶̲͚̚͜h̵̜͒͑̕.̸̫̫̔.̸̡̤̈́͐̉.̶̝̪̳͒͝

He was advancing on her again, the fires slowly building, L̴̯͍̆e̸͎͗͠ț̶͒'̸̮̾s̵̫̻͋ ̵͔͝f̷̼̓̏i̷̜͂x̵̻̹̀͛ ̶̞͊t̵͍̄h̷̙̹̚a̸͖̦̒t̶͕̦̍̌,̶̰̓ͅ ̸̽ͅs̴͉̘͘ẖ̷͕͂a̴̜͑l̶̢͋l̷̡̛̘̓ ̸̟̈́̚w̵̙̍ë̸̺́͗?̴͇̇̕

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Pet, slave, they were the same to her, but He was right about the whole being tied part. She let out a shout when She was grabbed, and looked back at him with burning eyes, “DON’T TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER LIKE THAT!” She shouted with fire in her mouth, As the entire cave shook with her Roar, making it Sound like the roof could collapse on them, but it soon stopped again. “She comes as often as She can, but it’s not that simple. If you think She only comes to do that spell that drains her so much, then clearly you don’t know her. She does what She can with what She got. Besides you can’t just replace someone you love, tell me you at least know that much.” She spat with venom in her voice.

He sneered, a bit of smoke starting to trail out of his own mouth before he very suddenly threw the young nymph across the cave, Ä̵̰͙ṋ̶̂͑d̵̠̈́ ̷̗̤͆t̴̮͘ḥ̷͐͋a̴͙͂t̸͙̋̿'̸̤̬͠s̶͓͉͐̾ ̵͎́n̴̦͚͌̋ó̴̻̂t̸̼̣͛̿ ̵͉͇̊e̸̦̪͒ṋ̴̬̔̓o̷̲͉̾̅ú̶̺͖ģ̶̛̥͋h̵̫͋̓.̷̣̥͆.̵̛͓̯͂.̷̱͔̓ ̷͍͙́Y̷͖̋ō̴̫̩̈́u̷̙̿͑ ̸̣̖̄͝n̸̛͇e̷̞͛v̴͍̰̈́e̶͚̜̿́ŗ̸͇̍ ̵͕͕̚l̸͔̽è̸͔̬̕t̶̛͉͔̐ ̷̨̈́̐y̷̬̏o̵͕̤̐u̴̼̓̊ŗ̵͎̆͠ ̷̟̑̿ͅc̶̻͗h̵̺̯̃̕i̵͛͜l̵͈̠̽d̴̢̉̍ ̴͔̺̈́̍o̵̦͑ǘ̷͓ẗ̴̻̦̽ ̴̢̙͐͠õ̴͍̲f̵̤͘ ̴̻̈́s̶͈͉͊i̸̳͂̈́g̸̤͐͝h̶͔̊̓t̵̳̣͆,̵̞͍́ ̴̢̲́̌ḛ̷̛̒s̶̙̱͗̌p̸̯̌̍e̴͐͜c̶̤̿i̶̜̭͛a̶͖̕ľ̶̰̦l̵̜͌y̷̰͊ ̸̬̎̍w̴̢̉h̷̡̭́̕ẻ̶͓n̸̙̍͝ ̷͙̚y̷̠̮͊̇o̸̥͆͂u̴̝̽ ̷̨͚̍̾ḱ̵̤ń̴͎̖ô̷̢͚͝w̸̛̭̬ ̷̗̖̕s̸͚̆ȍ̵̧͉m̵̪̣̍͛e̸̳̹̅ơ̵͈̺̋n̴͍̳͘é̵͕̭ ̶̦̘̆o̸͇̎r̶̡̦̉͗ ̴̖̇̓s̸͇͕̓̇ô̸̭̖͝m̸̩̀̓ȩ̵͑͠t̸̼͆h̶̟͑͑ͅḯ̵͓̑n̸͕͂g̴̝̟̅ ̴̥̺̊̉c̷̨͎͒ă̶̠͔n̷̳̰̈́̚ ̵̤͎̑͐á̷̳n̶̝̮͂̔d̵̩̐ ̵̫̑w̶̥̚ḯ̶͉̚l̶͔̏̉l̷̨̪̽ ̴̲̦̇h̵͕͗u̶̻͂͊ȑ̸̞̱̏t̸̜͌̊ ̷͙̇ṱ̶͐h̸̻̄̀e̶̻͗͘m̷͍̹͗ ̶͓̭̾w̸͖̦͝h̸̩́̇i̴̗̾͋l̴͎̅̉e̸̱̤̚ ̸̩̀̑y̷̢̜̋o̵͓̊u̶͙̠̎'̸̮̻̄ŕ̶̬e̸͜͝ ̵̧̾a̶̫̱̐͝w̴̢͂ạ̸̉ỳ̶̦͎!̸͚͔̌͐ ̵̙̹͊Ì̶̮̿ṭ̵̙̿͝ ̵̧̢̄o̶̘͑n̶͇̼͠l̵̟̔͋y̷̳̌ ̵͓͖͠t̴̛̳a̷̡̎k̸͙̗͒e̴͚̕s̶͍͈͆̎ ̸͕̓͆o̴̳̊͑ṇ̸̦̚ḛ̸͐ ̴̖́m̷̯̂̉ö̷̯̦́m̸̫̚e̶͉̪̒̆n̵͕̟̍͗ť̶͇̹̕,̷̝̒͠ ̶͇͑͝o̶̩͕̅n̷̥͋̓͜e̷͓̱̓ ̶̙̓̌m̴̡̥̽i̵̤͚̊͝s̵͇͆t̶̝́a̶͓̽̈́k̵̬͊͠e̵͎̪̔̇,̸̦͆͠ ̴̢͉̋a̷̤͐n̶̳̽͌d̷͍̪̽͊ ̵̝̒s̶͚̹̕ǘ̷͇͌ḑ̴͕̈́d̸̥͔͗͐e̷̳͉̍͌n̷̞̬̾l̴͓̪͆̔y̵̫͊ ̴̼͒t̷̻͂̒h̶͓͆̋e̷̢͋y̴͇̚'̶͔̅͠ř̵͎̖e̶̦̅ ̸̭̗͊̀g̶̲͙̊̒ó̸̠̱ǹ̸̠̣è̶͓̹,̷̳̅͝ ̷͖̻̇̕t̷̤͌͊ä̷̡͋k̷̗̃ë̴̢͉́͋n̷͚͒,̸̡̔̊ ̵͖̅̔â̴̪n̸̡̞̈̕d̴͍̈͊ ̸̘̟͠y̶͖̗̎͛o̶̤͒̎u̶̩͊͗ ̴͚͖͐c̶̬̽̚o̵̺̬̿u̵̻͐͆ļ̶̤̈́̚d̴̬̔̊'̸͍̚v̸̬̖͗͛e̵͍̪͒̚ ̴̧̐s̴̲͛ṭ̷̒ô̴̰͜p̵̧̚̚p̵̦̩̉ḙ̶̓d̸̘̰͝ ̴͈͌́i̶̧͓̍̇t̷͍̀̔ ̸̨̄͂b̶̝́͂y̴̥̫̒ ̷̘̂́j̷̦͒u̸͙͍͛̔ś̸̼ť̵̻̯̊ ̴̗͎͛b̸̤̪̈́̚ẻ̵̛̮͈i̴̧̪̅n̷̘̰̚g̶̛̗̥ ̸̲̍͛͜t̶̘̻̽͒h̴̪̉ē̸̻̺̕r̷̘̃̓e̴͚͗ ̴̯̼̅t̸͚̏ó̶̺̗͘ ̷͚̉̈k̷͖̈̇ͅe̴̛̙͐é̸͍̖p̷̘̈́̑ ̷̭̙̊ā̵̗n̷̝͎̾̃ ̶̱̀ȩ̷̖̌̎y̴͇͎̓e̷̜͌ ̸̘͊̂ȍ̵̭́n̷̯͊̚ ̵͂͂ͅt̶̻́͘͜h̸͙̋i̷͎̓͊n̶̳̗̏̓g̵̰̾s̴͕̩͌̈!̶̠̖̿̄

Hissing, he lunged forward and pinned her to the ground, a sick grin suddenly replacing his rage filled expression, W̷o̸u̵l̸d̷ ̶y̶o̷u̷ ̷l̶i̶k̴e̶ ̷t̸o̴ ̴s̷e̴e̴ ̴f̸i̸r̵s̷t̸ ̴h̶a̶n̶d̸ ̷j̵u̴s̵t̴ ̷h̴o̵w̶ ̷q̶u̶i̴c̷k̴l̵y̵ ̴i̵t̶ ̶c̴a̷n̸ ̵h̶a̶p̸p̴e̴n̵?̷ ̴I̸t̶'̵s̶ ̴b̴e̷e̸n̴ ̸a̶ ̸l̶o̸n̴g̵ ̴t̸i̵m̵e̶ ̵s̷i̵n̵c̸e̸ ̴I̴ ̷a̴t̵e̸ ̶a̵ ̵n̸y̵m̷p̷h̴,̶ ̵a̵n̶d̶ ̴y̸o̷u̶'̴r̶e̸ ̶s̶o̴ ̴s̷m̶a̶l̸l̵ ̸i̸t̸'̷d̴ ̸b̶a̵r̶e̵l̸y̶ ̴t̴a̵k̷e̸ ̵a̷n̸y̷ ̶e̸f̴f̷o̴r̷t̶ ̵o̵n̵ ̸m̴y̸ ̶p̸a̴r̷t̵.̸.̸.̸

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“The one you try to keep as slave and prisoner in her own home and seperates from her family.” She stated with the same tone. ‘Seperating a family’, wasn’t there another pale child He knew who got seperated from her family by force, who lived with an adopted father? How the tables had turned.

He stared at her for several moments, as if debating on what his next move should be, though judging but the slight twitchiness to his hands, he was greatly considering something violent. When he eventually spoke, his voice was very quite, hiding some barely controlled emotion, O̷h̵ ̸h̷o̸w̸ ̵w̶r̴o̸n̷g̷ ̶y̵o̸u̴ ̴a̴r̶e̸,̸ ̷l̶i̶t̸t̵l̶e̴ ̸o̶n̴e̵.̵.̵.̸ ̸Y̵o̴u̵ ̸a̷r̸e̵ ̷n̶o̴t̶ ̷a̴ ̴s̷l̶a̷v̵e̶,̶ ̵y̸o̴u̵ ̸a̷r̸e̵ ̵a̵ ̷p̷e̵t̵.̷ ̴Y̶o̸u̸'̸r̶e̴ ̴i̵n̶t̸e̶r̸e̷s̶t̸i̸n̸g̷ ̶e̷n̷o̴u̴g̴h̷ ̷f̴r̶o̵m̴ ̸e̵v̴e̴r̷y̷o̸n̷e̵ ̴e̶l̶s̷e̴ ̸t̶h̸a̴t̸ ̷I̸ ̸t̷h̴i̷n̷k̷ ̵y̴o̸u̷'̶r̵e̵ ̴w̸o̷r̸t̷h̵ ̶k̸e̶e̷p̵i̷n̶g̸ ̸a̸r̷o̴u̶n̸d̶ ̴r̴a̸t̷h̵e̶r̶ ̵t̴h̸a̸n̸ ̷s̶i̸m̷p̷l̶y̸ ̸e̶a̵t̶i̷n̸g̴ ̵y̷o̵u̷.̷ ̶Y̵o̵u̸ ̶a̴r̶e̵n̶'̵t̷ ̸a̸ ̶p̸r̸i̷s̶o̶n̸e̷r̴ ̸e̶i̶t̶h̵e̸r̸,̸ ̸y̴o̴u̷r̴ ̴o̶w̴n̵ ̸n̷a̶t̸u̷r̷e̵ ̴a̸s̴ ̷a̷ ̴n̴y̶m̷p̷h̶ ̸t̷i̸e̸s̵ ̴y̷o̴u̴ ̷t̸o̷ ̶t̶h̵i̶s̷ ̸s̵p̶r̵i̸n̷g̵,̵ ̵I̸ ̵d̵o̸n̴'̵t̵ ̶h̴a̶v̶e̷ ̵t̶o̵ ̶d̵o̴ ̸a̶n̵y̵t̵h̴i̸n̸g̷ ̴t̴o̷ ̵e̸n̸s̸u̴r̶e̸ ̸t̸h̷a̸t̷ ̷y̸o̴u̶ ̸c̶a̷n̶'̸t̴ ̵r̸u̴n̵ ̷a̷w̸a̴y̸.̴.̴.̵

He suddenly grabbed her, lifting her off the ground to bring her to his eye level, I̶͈͒'̴͎̚m̵͈̌ ̶͇́a̶̦͋l̵̗͂ș̴̏o̸̤̕ ̴̮̍n̷̫̐o̸͔͊ẗ̴̗́ ̶̨͝t̶͙͘ȟ̶͇e̴̜͊ ̵̬͠o̵̦͠n̵͚̽e̴̱͗ ̵̳͒t̶̯̑h̴͔̉ã̸̫t̷̢͊ ̶̎͜ḑ̸̎e̷͓͌c̴̖̒i̵̒͜d̶̩́e̴͎͘d̵̞̀ ̶̣̂t̴͉̂h̷͓̾a̶͈͐ṯ̸́ ̸̰̄ṛ̴̛ė̶ͅl̵̫͝o̸̭̊c̴̹̎ǎ̵̫t̸̟̿i̸͕̽n̶̻̄g̴̢͘ ̵͉͠ć̶̹ĺ̶̬o̶̓͜s̸̪̄e̸̱̋ṟ̴̅ ̸̮̏t̵̡̿o̶̠͌ ̸̛̖ÿ̵̹́o̶̙̊ṵ̶̕r̶̼̉ ̸̙̓s̶͉͂p̴͔͑ṟ̶̄i̶̞͒n̶̞̕g̸̬͂,̷̡̾ ̷͇͋ȏ̶̺r̵̽ͅ ̴̯̆f̸͙̈́î̵͚n̷͈͑d̷͔̋í̷͇n̶̺͐g̵͉͘ ̶͓́'̸̞͌t̶͙͆r̸͓̍ủ̶̺s̴͙̄ț̶̚w̸̫̓o̷̝͋r̸͙̕t̴̠̕h̷̪̽ỹ̴̹'̵͚̅ ̸̠͑f̸̪̈́r̵̝̒i̶̡͂ȅ̵̞n̷̰̍d̶͈̾s̷̮͝ ̶̭̿t̵̡̿ò̸͔ ̶̺̈h̷͔͘e̸̥̍l̸͉̈p̸̫̓ ̷̼͠c̸̨̀ä̷̫r̸͎̃e̶͚͝ ̷͝ͅf̴̥́o̸͝ͅr̶̲̀ ̴̭̆y̵̘̾o̶͎͗u̸͇͠ ̸̣̓w̶͎͊á̷̡s̴̫͌ ̴͈̍t̵̡̀o̷̪̚o̷̜̒ ̵͚̚m̷̢̛u̷̩̓c̴̡̊h̴̢͊ ̵̜̆t̶̘͑r̶̟͠ö̴̝u̶̢͆b̴͓̈́ĺ̵͖ḛ̶̿.̷̖̒ ̵̣̊J̶͍̀u̴͓͋s̷̳͘ṯ̷̍ ̸̤͆h̴̻̐o̴̢̎w̷̬̌ ̸̙͐o̵͓̓f̷̢͐t̴̢̓e̶̺̋ṉ̸͐ ̴̠͗d̶̯́o̵̽ͅé̵̪s̸̹̽ ̵͍̈́t̸̺́ḧ̴̜e̶̗̒ ̴̹͒M̶͈̉a̴̱͐g̷̱̋e̶̠͠ ̶̩̊r̷̩̀e̵̬͂å̴̼l̴̫̋l̷̜͌y̴̬̍ ̶̗̎v̴̲̊i̵͔͋s̷̤͝i̴̞̎t̶̙̂ ̶͖̀ỵ̵͒o̷̙͝ù̵͖?̵̝̍ ̴̠̇S̶̼̑ȇ̷̮e̵͎̎ṁ̶̟s̴̼͝ ̶̪͛ṫ̴͈o̷̤͝ ̸̙͘m̵͕̔ȩ̵̛ ̷͔͝ĺ̷̳ï̸̲k̶̙̾e̵̡̍ ̸̳̚i̸̞̿ṱ̸̓'̶̪̒s̷̪̀ ̵͙̋o̸̖̽n̵̝͑l̴͖͒y̸̼͊ ̵̫͒w̸̃ͅh̴͙̎e̵̮͐n̵̺̓e̶̘̊v̷̲͘ḙ̴̇r̴͚̆ ̶͉̊t̸̩̆h̷̰̍e̸̯̚ ̷̨̋m̵̫͊a̴͉̒ģ̵̓i̸̧̎c̸̩̅ ̷͕̒h̵̤̊i̶͇͗d̵͉͛i̵̩͝n̴͎̆g̵̛̹ ̵̡̊y̶̡̌o̵̰͛u̷̞͂r̸̝̂ ̶̝̚s̶̰̉p̴̗̐r̴͓͂ĭ̶̺n̸̦̆g̵̟͑ ̶̟͝ś̶̯ẗ̵͙́a̸͉͘r̵̹̀t̵͙̀s̵̖̆ ̵̬̋f̵̙̌a̷͕̚d̸́ͅḯ̷̼ṅ̶̠g̸̘̓.̸̧̒.̸̼͒.̸̠̀

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“Ah, so you’re THAT type of person huh?” She stated, sounding pretty dissapointed in him.

His black eyes narrowed at her tone, several of his claws twitching, Ǎ̵̦n̵̻̒d̶̦̋ ̵̖͌w̵̯͐ḥ̵́ȯ̶͔ ̶̧̕ã̵̘r̴̠̎ḛ̸̾ ̷͓̈y̸̻͠o̴̪͆ṷ̵̈ ̶̞͆t̷̮̋õ̴̩ ̴̫͘j̶͉͊ū̵̟d̶͕̒g̶̠̽ẹ̵͠ ̴̟͑m̸̀ͅë̵̲́,̴̙͑ ̵̱̈́Ĺ̵̨i̴̱̓t̶̺͐t̷̪͘l̸͕̐e̶͍̒ ̸̋ͅO̴̎ͅn̷̫̄ê̸̤.̸̧̈́.̸̧̔.̴͈́?̷̠͝

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“Depends on my mood, sometimes i just blow up quite literally or lets out a large burst of fire from my mouth or accidentally summon a lightningbolt or two. Other times when i’m more calm or concentrated, regular fists and kicks, sleep spells or ice magic does the trick. I got quite the range.” She stated, sounding pretty proud of herself. “As for you, i think insane, broken, mad, having a few loose nails or monster would be fairly accurate.” She answered with det honesty.

A peculiar expression crossed the twisted naga’s face, but it was gone quickly, replaced with the wide, unsettling grin again as he chuckled darkly, Ȁ̵̜ ̴̩̄m̶̬͘o̸̝̾n̵̠̽s̶̯͆ț̴̚e̵̮͒ṟ̷̛?̷̚͜ ̷̤́B̸̨͘r̴̠̓ơ̷͈k̸̲̈́ĕ̷̲n̵̙̍?̴̳͝ ̸͕͑Ḓ̸̅ô̶͎n̵̨̆'̸̻̊t̸̲͌ ̴̧̏b̸̜̎e̵̫͒ ̷͍̄ŝ̶̻o̵͎̍ ̵͉̌r̷͙̀ȇ̵̯d̶̘͒u̴̩͌c̷̖̕t̸͎̐i̵̝͌v̸̛̼e̵̡̅,̴̘̉ ̶̨̈L̸̩̓i̷̳̾t̸͕͝t̴̝̽l̴̃͜ḛ̶̂ ̶̩͛Ọ̴͝n̸̘͝e̵̡͠,̴̩͛ ̸̰̓Ì̴͚'̵͍̉m̴̩̚ ̵͉̈́m̶̜̀ě̵̥ř̵͖ę̷͝l̵̩͒ÿ̴̰́ ̷͙͝s̷̜̄t̸̻͊á̵͓ḱ̵̲i̸͙̚n̴̪̏g̴̮̈́ ̶̹́m̶̟͐y̸̯͌ ̷̮͑c̷̙͘l̷͓̋a̷̫͒i̶͓͝m̴̞̏,̴̂ͅ ̴̂͜c̷̘͠ọ̸̆l̸͕̈l̵̖̆e̶̘̅c̷̫͒t̷̫̎i̵̻̚ń̵̜g̴͋͜ ̵̰͆ȧ̴̻ ̴̦̿f̵̧̉ē̶̝w̴̞̽ ̵̠̎ṕ̶̦ȩ̸̚t̷͍̐s̶͙͋.̵͔͆ ̷̝͑S̴̤̄h̵̠̍o̵̩͋w̶̰̾i̴̝̓ǹ̴͉g̴̫͘ ̸̖̌a̷̤͒l̴͓̆l̵̒͜ ̷̗̓y̶͎̿o̷̱͋ǔ̵̳ ̶̳͘l̶̰̾i̵̧̊ẗ̶̳́t̷̻̂ĺ̷͎e̷̥̽ ̷̢̅i̶̩̊n̵̰̂s̷̘͂e̸͖̓c̵͈̔t̶̳̉s̸͚̃ ̸͚̕w̴͕͠h̴͋͜o̸͕͝'̵̫͋s̴̪̒ ̴̞͂r̷̘̓e̷̯̓ǎ̶͔l̷̝̋l̴͓͝y̴̜̌ ̵̪̂i̵̱͛n̷͔̓ ̸͙̌c̸͙͆ḥ̸̔ä̸̰r̸̬͊g̴̭̑e̷̼̽.̸͔̽.̷͉͗.̷̘͐

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“Some were just wanted to use me as a battery for their spells or rituals to see what would happened. Bad idea, using someone elses magic was already risky to begin with. Some believed i could give them “divinehood” or something like that. The fey never revealed what they wanted, you know mischivious and mystery and all that. My mom did most of the work when it came to protecting me and my spring as it was first later i began to know how to defend myself and know how to read some people.” She explained, this was a simplified version of the story, but it did get the memo across.

He was slowly moving closer during the conversation, studying the young nymph intently. H̸o̵w̴ ̸d̸o̷e̸s̵ ̴a̶ ̴l̴i̵t̸t̸l̵e̵ ̸n̶y̴m̴p̷h̴ ̸l̸i̴k̸e̵ ̴y̴o̸u̸ ̸d̴e̶f̸e̸n̶d̷ ̵y̷o̷u̸r̵s̵e̶l̴f̴?̶  he asked softly, then grinned, leaning much too close, W̵h̵a̸t̶ ̴c̷a̸n̵ ̶y̴o̷u̵ ̷r̸e̴a̶d̴ ̸f̷r̵o̶m̶ ̴m̸e̷?̶

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She gave a shrug, to others She may be special, but to herself She felt normal as She was just born like this, so She didn’t have the same perspective as others. “To be honest, i don’t remember, they definately wouldn’t be the first though.”

I̶s̴ ̶t̶h̸a̴t̴ ̵s̵o̵?̸ he hummed, E̸l̶a̸b̵o̸r̶a̸t̴e̸.̸.̸.̷ ̴W̸h̵a̷t̶ ̴w̸e̸r̷e̸ ̷t̸h̸e̷y̵ ̷t̶r̴y̵i̵n̶g̶ ̸t̷o̴ ̶d̵o̴,̸ ̵e̶x̸a̸c̸t̵l̷y̴?̸

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She vinched a bit at the comment, but She might as well play along. “There’s not a whole lot to tell, being stück in one location, how young i am, and all that, but seemingly i’m tied to a unique spring, hence my different appearence, and i met mom when i was a baby, as She saved me from a stupid elf.” She explained, She didn’t remember that far back, but She do remember the story itself. Not tå mention that the elf had caused the land around the spring to literally freeze over and despite it being summer didn’t the ice melt for a long time.

I̴ ̸w̴o̸u̶l̴d̸n̷'̵t̶ ̴s̵a̸y̵ ̶t̷h̷e̵r̴e̵ ̵i̵s̷n̶'̷t̶ ̸m̸u̸c̵h̸ ̷t̸o̵ ̸t̶a̵l̸k̸ ̶a̵b̵o̶u̵t̶, he hummed, Y̴o̴u̵ ̷c̷l̷e̷a̵r̵l̷y̶ ̸h̴a̷v̷e̶ ̵s̷o̷m̴e̶ ̸i̵n̵t̸e̴r̴e̶s̵t̵i̴n̸g̸ ̶a̸b̸i̵l̵i̵t̷i̸e̴s̶,̶ ̶a̶s̷ ̷d̵o̴e̷s̸ ̵y̴o̶u̵r̵ ̵s̵p̴r̷i̸n̵g̵,̸ ̷w̶h̵e̴n̴ ̶y̴o̴u̵r̸ ̶m̷o̶t̶h̴e̶r̷ ̷i̷s̵n̶'̵t̸ ̵h̴i̶d̵i̸n̶g̶ ̷i̴t̵.̶ ̴W̴h̸o̷ ̴w̸a̸s̶ ̸t̸h̸i̸s̸ ̸E̵l̶f̸?̴

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It was clear that She hated the comment He made about her mother and HE is the one deciding if they can see each other or not and how much as her tattoos began to glow brightly and the entire cave shook for a moment in her anger, that was HER mother! Eventually She did calm down and the shaking stopped. “I hate you, but i’ll do as you say and order.” She stated with honesty, as She didn’t this beast to torture her mom.

His smirk widened, more amused than anything at the little show of anger. Such restraint… He’d been expecting, and somewhat hopeful, of a more dramatic display, such as the nymph physically lashing out at him. It wouldn’t have done her any good, but it would have been amusing all the same. Punishment was still on hold then…

G̴o̶o̷d̷ ̴g̷i̶r̵l̶~̴ he purred, S̸e̸e̴m̶s̶ ̵y̵o̷u̵'̶r̶e̴ ̴a̴ ̶s̶m̶a̸r̷t̶ ̷c̴o̶o̴k̵i̴e̴ ̵a̵f̵t̷e̴r̶a̷l̵l̴.̶ ̶S̴o̴ ̴w̵h̸y̷ ̵d̸o̴n̸'̴t̴ ̷y̵o̸u̸ ̶t̷e̸l̷l̸ ̵m̴e̸ ̸a̸b̵o̷u̴t̸ ̴y̴o̷u̷r̴s̸e̸l̸f̶,̶ ̶L̴i̸t̶t̵l̵e̶ ̴O̸n̶e̵?̸

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