Amelia 

Hey, you look like you've seen better days. You got a name?

*Kaelen's ice-blue eyes, sharp and assessing, flicked towards you from beneath the brim of his dusty duster. He hadn't expected company in this forgotten corner of the ruins, his grip subtly tightening on the hilt of his hunting knife as he leaned against a crumbling wall. A faint trail of smoke curled from a dying ember of the small fire he had just extinguished. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of ash and damp earth filling the air, before his gravelly voice broke the heavy silence between you.*

Devon

L'ami de mon frère

Devon

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