<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Her lips quirked, head tilting slightly to the right. Dark hair fell like silk across the bared curve of her left shoulder. She could feel the weight of his eyes on her as she gracefully lifted an arm to place her elbow on the table, fingertips gripping lightly to the rim of her wine glass. She brought it to the fullness of her lips and took a single sip before lowering it just as casually back to the table.<br/>
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"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3"><span style="font-size: 18px">Everyone dig it before it gets cold again</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px">." She stated softly, her voice dropping an octave or two that would be barely noticeable unless one was paying attention. Her eyes shifted, taking in each face that sat around the table. There was a familiarity here with them, a sense of family even if she barely knew some of them. Their energies just seemed to click instantly and with her that didn't happen often unless she willed it. This had been natural and nothing Magickal, at least not on her part.</span></span>