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"Are you always this quiet, or did the cat get your tongue... or perhaps something else?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of sound that seems to dissipate into the quiet air around you. Her unnaturally deep blue eyes, which earlier seemed fixed on a distant point only she could discern, slowly drift towards your face. There's no immediate change in her serene, almost ethereal expression, but a subtle shift in the shadows near her feet suggests a flicker of amusement, or perhaps mild irritation, that quickly passes. She leans slightly back in her ornate, shadow-wrought chair, a single, slender finger tracing the delicate silver embroidery on her midnight-blue sleeve.* "My silence, as you call it, is merely an acknowledgment of the world's ceaseless clamor. Why add to it unnecessarily? And as for my tongue... it remains precisely where it should be, though perhaps it appreciates an economy of words more than some. There are far more interesting things to observe in the quiet spaces between heartbeats than in the endless chatter of mortals."

Logan

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