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[While Xaldin has some immunity to the winds whistling through the place thanks to his element, the same can't be sad about the cold and he's decided to take care of it in his own way. Which is to say, anyone wandering into the vicinity will find there's a warm breeze blowing through.

It's unlike him to be so nice, really, but it might just as easily be for the benefit of the rose he's carefully turning around in his fingers.]

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[ She had a feeling someone else would have done the same, eventually, but she didn't expect to see that man so soon -- but then, she was curious, anyway. ]

Have we met with success?

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In a manner of speaking.

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[ Eyebrow raise. ]

A toy, then?

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Hardly. The question is more of to which fallen prince it belongs.

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May I?

[ As in she would like to hold it. ]

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As long as you give it back.

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Why would I not? The rose of my fallen prince... It has more thorns.

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[shrugs]

Then you may.

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Thank you.

[ So she gets it. It's... practically the same, practically. She gives it a smell.

Tey both share such a douche smile, don't they? ]

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[Xaldin offers the barest of nods at the thanks.

And they certainly do.]

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[ If she were Xigbar, she would have laughed -- she doesn't, and just gives it a look. ]

A shorter stem, a safer rose.

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Subtle differences, but they hold the same purpose.

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Be careful of pricking your finger.

[ And she hands it back to her male counterpart. Unlike II, she doesn't plan to wear it.

Unless she needed to. ]

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[There's no need.]

Of course.

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How was your dear beast, the last you saw of him?

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[The faint scowl that crosses his face should be all the answer she needs.]

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[ A scoff, but she completely understands, oddly enough. The difference -- it's there. She looks to the side. ]

Strange. You'd think that everyone's gender changed.

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Perhaps it did.

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And yet we both have a prince with a peasant for a prisoner, do we not?

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The fallen prince and his would-be princess, yes.