“Welcome, sapling.”
Deoir was so tired of that greeting
that she ignored the speaker entirely. The sylvari's brow furrowed at
her lack of a response.
“Don't mind her!” Offered a
sister who had awoken minutes after Deoir. “She hasn't spoken
yet!”
“Oh,” a wave of compassion poured out like a tide.
“Shall I send for a mender? They are our heal-”
“No.
Thank you.” Deoir interrupted, annoyed that her lack of gibberish
chatter was being treated like an abnormality. She walked past their
startled, disapproving looks, determined to get this orientation over
with quickly.
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