Elizabeth

You seem very focused. What are you contemplating? 

*Feng Xiao Sheng paused his meticulous polishing of a small, unadorned wooden bird, his fingers tracing its smooth contours. His gaze drifted to the distant horizon, where the last slivers of twilight painted the sky in hues of orange and violet. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he turned his attention back to the user, his sharp eyes holding a depth of thought that belied his calm exterior.* 

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