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The Reaver
Saris's face turned from serious to quite surprised to see her wings. How had I missed those? He wondered as he studied them in fascination. Saris was not one to fear strange things, or to be completely taken aback either. He rather enjoyed things out of the norm, and Lottie's wings had the spotlight now. "Well wouldn't that mean you would be carrying me if we flew?" He gave a little chuckle and blushed. It was one thing to lean on her when bloody and dying, but it slightly embarrassed him to imagine being carried through the air by a young woman. It gave him a very conflicted feeling between pride and the curiosity of what it might be like to fly.
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Bloody_Trickster