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The soft press of her lips against his cheek had Clem stiffen as if she had delivered a slap instead. It was far more powerful than any punch he had taken that caused his body to betray him faster than getting the wind knocked out from his chest. Somehow she had gotten him deep in his chest, his...

It was easy to distract Hana in putting together a bouquet of flowers. Clemente appreciated the distraction himself when it came to offering his opinion on the floral arrangement. Sometimes Hana would shush him, other times she would agree. Regardless, the red-faced guard was quick and sly in...

Hana was rather surprised to see how quickly Violette went through her drink. Immediately she gave a disapproving look to Clemente. “The poor girl’s thirsty, Clem.” She scolded lightly. “You need to take a lady’s needs into consideration. You can’t just have her walking all around Vel Anir...

It was a moment that would have gone unnoticed by Clemente if it weren’t for her eyes that were as expressive as the highest form of language. He had been more worried about her being upset for him making up a name, with some minor worry over her thinking him to be dumb to not realize that she...

Clem looked between the two women in the room, a blissfully dumb look on his face: a smile too wide, eyes too much alight with jovial goodness, cheeks starting to grow sore from being raised up so high. It was then that he realized the gesture the girl made. “You can’t talk?” He exclaimed...

She had the healing touch. Or maybe he was just giddy that she had placed her hand to soothe his very mild injury. He couldn’t help but to compare it to how it had been a struggle to put that salve on her bruised, swollen wrist. Now look at her, touching him back where he had been hurt as if it...

A smile soon turned into a frown. Clemente supposed that was the way of life. Sometimes the young died before the old. He would’ve given the dwarf a few words of sympathy, once he had time to think how to properly string some together. That was always the issue with grief from another, saying...

Imagine that, living for two-hundred years! Or rather, longer than two-hundred! Clemente couldn’t imagine what it was like to live that long. He thought it must get rather lonely, but maybe that was because he was still thinking like a human with a much shorter lifespan. He missed over Grimm’s...

His shoulders slumped. Trust people that you didn’t know was never a good idea, even nowadays people couldn’t really trust the people that they knew. Arethil wasn’t a good place, sure some places had some goodness in them but others could come along and ruin. Wasn’t that why Vel Anir had built...

Clemente smiled as he saw her eyes drank in the sight. Hannah loved her flowers, and the outside held different seasonal blooms. “Pretty, aren’t they? These are bush morning glories. You can find them towards the West.” Clem said, and then pointed out another flower as he knelt down by the...

His face was red again. He could feel the top of his ears grow hot with shame. He had asked another stupid question again, hadn’t he? The worst of it was that after the dwarf had said all he had said, it seemed so clear to Clem just how stupid his question had been. Uncomfortable as it was, Clem...

Clemente felt the tops of his ears get red. Maybe that wasn’t the best question to ask. What dwarf cared about the politics of Vel Anir? What dwarf cared about the Great Houses? But what Grimm said was interesting nonetheless. Clemente had never been inside a forge, much less make a weapon...

The dwarf had a point. Clemente understood that while Vel Anir was trying to change, some things were still as they were before. Mainly, the hatred towards elves. Even with the elven quarter, Anirians refused to even look at a elf unless they were making fun of them. Although the Pirians seemed...

Fruit boy? Clam? Knife-ears? Clem placed a hand over his round ears, nervously looking over his shoulder. Did everyone knew he was in love with a elf? Maybe it was how he looked? Could humans look like elf-lovers? And what was with this dwarf being so gruff with him but then offering that gold...

His cheeks flushed, the tops of his ears turning red from embarrassment, both from turning red and from the fact that it was obvious he wasn’t part of the group. He shouldn’t have come and just dealt with their pranks in the upcoming days. His soldiers sagged and Clemente sighed, looking down at...