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			Once unpacked, the female plopped herself onto her bed, criss crossing her legs. She peered up at Andol as he spoke of how they both probably would rather get to know each other with talking instead of sex. She nodded her head simply, her face seeming emotionless and sad, as it usually did. She was interested in what the young man had to say, but it may just not seem so. She shrugged as he asked to know a bit about herself. "Not much really. I live in a small orphanage about 4 hours from 'ere," she told him. There wasn't much to say about her life, unless he wanted to know about why she was in an orphanage. "My mother was a witch, my father a human, so I'm half witch," she murmured. The way she said 'was' instead of 'is' probably seemed slightly suspicious.
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</blockquote><br/>Andol looked at the girl quite curiously. He found it intersting that she never seemed to want to smile. He knew that that wasn't right. I mean everyone should take a moment to smile, becuase it made you feel good. Andol was normally a pretty stotic guy himself, but he still smiled on occasion.  When he heard about where she lived, he listined closly, and it was obvious that he was listining closely, and was able to pick up certian things about her story that actually made him sad on the inside, becuase he could figure out what was going on, "Why do you live in an orphanage... I mean your father is still alive right." By the way the young man spoke it was obvious that Andol had already figured out the fact that the girls mother was probably dead.