[Thida can't keep from gasping when Darian reveals and hands over her Inkbrush. She takes it into her arms and hugs it, for a moment grinning like a squid with a Splatling gun, before hefting the brush end onto one shoulder. Her eyes slide to Thaum as she adjusts her grip.
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She won't hit him. No. Not unless he attacks. There's still too much that's strange and curious about him that she wants to get an answer on. With a little "Hmph!" she follows the anemone, looking quite proud and just a touch smug.]
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She won't hit him. No. Not unless he attacks. There's still too much that's strange and curious about him that she wants to get an answer on. With a little "Hmph!" she follows the anemone, looking quite proud and just a touch smug.]
Thank you, Darian!