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Euphemia did not know Eidola well; that was true – but Euphemia knew herself well, and something deep within her registered as odd. Usually, things within Frostfang Vale were dreadfully ordinary – or wonderfully customary, as she had begun to see.

Any disturbance in the valley’s energy was nearly immediately palpable. After all, the Vale’s vibration was also Euphemia’s own.

A pit in her stomach beginning to churn, the maiden walked closer. She maintained a fairly natural mien, with her head canted to one side at the occipital. Distracted with what? Euphemia questioned gingerly, treading lightly for unknown reasons. Maybe it was the weak smile, or her distant tone.

Euphemia couldn’t help an ironic grimace when the girl laughed at what they both perceived. Many hands make light work, she suggested, approaching with a curl and a side-step to stand at the girl’s side. If such nearness was not welcome,

Euphemia trusted Eidola to make it known.

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