Zaree eagerly reached forward to slide her fingers under the silver
loop in the charr's hair. Her cyan eyes looking with rapt, eager
wonder at the engraved, complex endless knots decorating its surface.
She looked up with a bright smile at the solemn face that reminded
her of Sunana.
“You made these? They're so pretty!”
The
charr blinked, the rigid tension in her shoulders easing subtly from
the frigidity she had assumed when the sylvari had darted into her
personal space.
“That is correct.”
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