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Verloren frowned. So nice of her sister to force an appology he obviously did not want give upon him. Her eyes filled a pulsing red on their own accord,
"So nice of you to wake me, Calaethis, when the sun has not even risen half way above the land. I can tell Alliene put you up to this, I would have done the same in her place. However I do not accept apologies from someone I don't know," she said pointedly, "Come back when you are yourself again, not an arrogant elf with a burr in his pants," she straightened a bit and lifted her chin defiantly, not noticing Avalon looming behind her, his molten silver eyes traveling slowly from her to Calaethis, narrowing suspiciously. He had gotten as much sleep as Alliene, and their voices had woken him.
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