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#like the eldunari want these two hatchlings to be okay
modern-inheritance · 3 months
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The elf picked at the grass by her knee. If Murtagh knew any better, he’d say she looked almost uncertain. “…They ask about you two, you know. Pretty often.”
“The elves?” Murtagh suppressed a snort. “I’m sure some of them would love to get their hands on us.”
“No.” Arya shook her head. “The Eldunarí.”
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