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Three painful things stood out almost immediately to the excitable ball of energy that was ACACIA-RED2.
First: Wooooowwwiee, was her brother boring as bones. Jeez louise, he acknowledged her for a full second before going back to arranging forks, of all things.
Second: Violet was the funnest, most interesting, coolest person she’d probably met ever… and far, far too curious about Papa and his work. She’d have to warn him later, as her periwinkle eyes, settled on him now, had no effect: he was busy monitoring her siblings.
And the third – by far the worst – her sister absolutely and unequivocally loathed. Red’s. Guts.
Little had the girl had much in her short life (at least, her memory of life, which consisted largely of the lab) which left her feeling this way. Irritation at her inability to Divine properly, sure. Loneliness, during the long nights when Papa was away and Green was asleep, of course. But… crestfallen? There was something of unworthiness in that feeling, in a way the small girl had never quite experienced.
She could do nothing but stare at her sister, who steadfastly ignored her, with some desperate meld of longing and admiration in cerulean eyes.
- until, again, Violet was just a smidge too curious.
With a blank look of sisterly love cemented in place, the redhead’s attention – but not her eyes – spun to Violet.
Green, who was acting... Different than the other day. Violet might have assumed she was trying to act "perfect" for daddio, after what had happened when Violet had brought Green back, buuuuuut by the tails it didn't seem like an act
Perhaps Papa, whose distaste for the whole situation was causing a tangible static in his aura, buzzing and ginger, was right. Perhaps he should have killed her right off.
(Now, readers, before you go thinking: “But she’s just a child! She wouldn’t have thoughts like those!”, let’s not forget that this child has had one companion until now, whose darkest thoughts she has seen with no filter in the least: Thomas Dunn.)
Nor did she miss her father’s subtle cue; he was really pretty horrible with the whole mind-reading thing, honestly. When he wanted her to know his thoughts, he thought them in a yell, not unlike the way one might speak so someone halfway deaf, and seemed to think that his other thoughts were lost on her.
Silly Papa.
yes... Scarlett could read Violet. Scarlett could solve his problem. Scarlett was a perfect tool, a perfect child.
Her speckled cheeks went a bit peach at that thought, a horrid clash with her nest of crimson hair.
Well – her brother wasn’t all wrong with his approach earlier: get Violet talking.
And that’s precisely what Red would do. If Violet was doing the talking, Papa could concentrate on damage control with her siblings.
The brunette could hardly get through her question to Black before Red, seeming to be caught by some sudden fascination, loudly planted both palms flat on the table with a resounding thump, spinning awestruck eyes on Violet, carnation lips popping into an undignified (but certifiably adorable) ‘o’.
“Miss Violet, are you really a writer? You must travel all over the place! Papa says he’ll take me traveling, but not ‘till I’m older.” Oh, how those sky eyes shone with the promise of adventure! “You’ve just got to tell me all about it!”
And then, just for good measure (and to drive her brother a touch bonkers), she set both elbows on the table, chin cupped in twin palms.
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Post by Violet Macar on Jan 8, 2018 14:39:00 GMT -7
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Zechariah didn't even have the opportunity to open his mouth before a thump brought all attention onto the youngest at the table. Violet, always one for a bit of drama, gleefully turned towards the sound and grinned at the little red-head she was so interested in getting to know.
Children, it had to be known, were fantastic for writers like her. They never knew when to keep quiet or how to keep secrets. Tom might have preferred Violet didn't prompt Scarlet, but could he really blame her for responding to the little blue-eyed angel? Certainly not!
"Oh, oh, oh yes!" She tittered, gesturing wildly with her fork which was gripped to a potato mass. How she had been expecting to fit it into her mouth was a bit of a curiosity, but no one could deny that Violet had a big one. "Dear Scarlet, I've been just about everywhere! Travelling is a must for a writer and, honestly I think that children can't start travelling early enough. You know, I left home when I was far younger than even you, darling, and I turned out fine! It's all about having somewhere you want to go and at least some notion of not wanting to die. Perhaps it's down the road, to the nearest town, or even down to earth from here! Artavia is rather far from everything, so it would be a bit of a trek... But the school of the road is the best one there is!"
And she believed all that, completely. She had explored Rielcia of all places when she was a child, one of the most dangerous places in all the world. If she had survived certainly Tom could trust the well-organized and well-policed cities of Artavia! Though perhaps the mutant fields less-so. She wondered then, what kind of places Scarlet, and Green, and Zechariah would want to visit. Goodness, where would Tom want to go, if he could pick anywhere?
Inquiring minds needed to know. How else would you plan a family vacation?
"Alright, alright, now that you've got me started I just have to ask! If you could pick one place on the globe to visit tomorrow... Where would it be? Greenie? Scarlet? Boys?"
Post by Acacia-Black on Jan 8, 2018 17:40:25 GMT -7
His master quickly tabled the subject of Violet's information for another time. Black did not question it. Perhaps asking such a thing was indeed inappropriate. He made a mental note to apologize to the master once all was said and done. After all, he had to earn the truth, not expect it to be handed to him on a plate like the rest of their meal. And yet... Violet seemed almost disappointed that she couldn't explain. Either she truly was the kind who would be eager to explain, or this was her own way of playing along. Whatever the case, both Violet and the master were playing their cards carefully. Black decided not to press the issue, and continue to act his part.
When Green brought up the topic of books, Black found it hard to disagree with her enthusiasm. What he did disagree with, however, was Violet's rather patronizing penchant for nicknames. Even Zechariah would have never stood for them. Her flippancy reminded Black far too much of Edgar. With how much she must have known, Black almost wondered if Violet went to Edgar's parties. After all, it was one such event where the master had met Edgar.
Violet was looking directly at him, asking about his - Zechariah's - job at the library. However, Red interrupted by slamming her hands on the table, then sat both her elbows in front her as she held her hands in pure awe of the woman. True, Red was nothing more than a child, but her sheer lack of manners was appalling. Surely the master must have tried to teach of some sense of dignity? Had she not introduced herself as his little sister only moments before, perhaps she wouldn't be such an embarrassment. But now, now Black was worried than she was sure to reflect on him. It was a very "Zechariah" thing to worry about.
Looking at the girl with the red hair, Black couldn't help but compare her to his other sister. Was Nicole like this when she was younger?
It was hard to deny that Violet was enjoying herself. She almost seemed eager to include herself as if she were a part of the family. Black didn't want to consider the possibilities that could arise from how comfortable she seemed to be with the master. Nevertheless, it would only be proper to answer her questions. He considered her answer carefully.
"Most of the stuff I read at my job focused on history," he answered with a hint of a laugh. "I like reading about academia, and that's been enough for me. I have rarely been one to go out on an adventure."
Black felt a slight twinge in his neck, and his head jerked to the left. He planted two fingers to his temple, gently steering himself to face Violet, and look as if he had ben deep in thought. And then, without thinking, he added, "But I'd be happy to see Rielcia one day."
Post by Acacia-Green on Jan 8, 2018 19:03:44 GMT -7
Green was feeling a little... overwhelmed. For a very long time it had only been her and Father. Then, for a much shorter and more recent time it had been her and Father and Black. Now the family was her and Father and Black and Red, which alone was far too many people but with the addition of Violet it was chaotic. Violet with her wild energy and her bright enthusiasm and lack of regard for all of Father’s rules. And her ability to have briefly made Green forget about Father’s rules as well, which had led to her late return from the market for which she had still not been forgiven.
But Violet’s energy was almost equally matched by Scarlet, Red, her surprising new little sister. The girl made Green flinch away when she smacked the table and exclaimed her interest in Violet’s profession, and Green turned her attention first to Red in appalled disbelief at the attitude and then to Father as though to ask whether this behaviour was even remotely acceptable.
First Black and now Red acting bewilderingly against Father’s rules of etiquette. Was this somehow more punishment against her for disobeying him? She knew if she were to act like that she would be punished.
But again, she was feeling overwhelmed. Everyone was talking and the conversation was moving and turning and she was getting left behind because she simply was struggling to keep up. Her head hurt, like a hand was trying to squeeze her brain from the inside.
Violet spoke then and her voice as always caught Green’s attention with its excitement. She asked where they would want to go if they could go anywhere in the world. She called Green Greenie again and her brow furrowed, trying once more to remember where else she had heard that. Certainly not from Father, but she could recall a man calling her that. Greenie. Greenie... her head hurt to think about it, but she was so close to something.
Black spoke first and said he preferred reading to actually going adventuring, though he would enjoy visiting Ariel via. Green knew about the world below, but she had never been anywhere but Artavia. She had never wanted to go anywhere else, since Father was here and this was her home and why should she ever want to leave? So she had never thought about it.
Her first thought was water. She didn’t know where, but she wanted to go to the big water - sometimes in her dreams she could see it. She could feel it. Water as far as the eye could see. Something drew her there, but she didn’t understand it. She couldn’t remember. It was like remembering a dream that you knew you had loved but not remembering what it was that had made it so special. It was a feeling she got a lot, actually.
Another place stood out to her, but she didn’t recall why. Maybe she did? She could hear Violet’s voice saying it, and another voice repeating it back. The same voice that called her Greenie. Her fingers curled in her lap at the memory of threading through soft hair. ”Aissic?” she replied, looking to Violet. Why Aissic? It was cold and it was far and it had something, there was something there but she didn’t know what. Something she was looking for? No, it couldn’t be. She wasn’t looking for anything. She had everything she needed right here. Everything she ever needed was right here.
Post by Thomas Dunn on Jan 11, 2018 16:02:00 GMT -7
While it was a horrid waste for him and his ACACIAs to sit here and assuage Violet's fancies, Tom had to appreciate what a good opportunity it was to test Red2. Would she be able to properly divert conversation away from her fellow projects, and onto Violet herself?
The woman never seemed to mind talking about herself, true, but it always pivoted back onto others so that she could learn their secrets. He had become elegant at deflecting these advances, but Black and Green were far less practiced, and he had to be at least somewhat concerned about Green, whose recent memory of her outing with Violet had been wiped clean. The greater worry, however, was Black. He was convincing as Zechariah - but Tom knew it was a performance. There could be no inconsistencies, or else he knew Violet would pick and pick and pick at them until everything was unraveled. Then, he wouldn't have any choice but to kill her, which would be terribly inconvenient (though honestly, a damned pleasure).
That was why a smile traced his lips (quickly muffled by the rancid taste of Violet's cooking) when Red2 slammed her fists on the table. It was a suitable distraction from Violet's inquiries into "Zechariah's" past, and it came across as suitably child-like. She was, after all, a child. Even if she was one with the mind of a machine.
There was no such thing as a good thing, however, and Violet turned the tables once more. First of all, she tried to convince Red2 -- his Red2 -- to go off and 'explore the world'. It would have been a stupid thing to say to a child (which Violet had every reason to believe Red2 was), and a downright annoying thing to say to one of his most prized possessions. To make matters worse, Violet posed a question to the 'family' about places to visit. He did not wish for any of his possessions to be taken out of their box without his say-so and attendance. Red2 could come with him when needed, and act as a spy. In the future it would be Black who would attend all travel commitments with Tom as his personal guard dog. Green would stay here -- forever, now, since she had lost the privileges of running errands.
Speaking of which-- Green's answer was curious.
Black's made sense. The boy was still alive inside of his mind, still clawing his way out of a place with no exits, and the boy was interested in learning his heritage. Tom thought back briefly to better times, recalling how Black and Blue had somehow bonded despite the control Dunn and Abernathy had over them. He hadn't found it concerning then, the way Abernathy did, but he would find it concerning now. He had seen failed projects. He was not going to fail again. Black's implant was improved now. Green's was well-maintained, but flawed, evidently. That was why she stood out.
She picked Aissic, of all places, which seemed inconsistent with her training. He would have planned for her to answer that she was happy here, but she did not even preface the answer. He wondered what books she had read with Aissic featured in them, but he knew that the shelves she had access to did not describe places in much detail. He wondered who had told her about Aissic, and his eyes leveled onto Violet. He wondered what remnant of memory Green was attaching to. What could have been so important that it was still sending those annoying impulses?
There was something he did not know, and he hated being kept in the dark.
"There is no place like Artavia," Tom smiled charmingly, his dimples deepening in the way that always made him seem trustworthy, "We forget sometimes the beauty of it, but there is no place in the world where you can see the stars so clearly. Besides, Artavia is the one place where we--" He reached over and grasped the hand of Green to his right, and then Red2's to his left, "Could have come together like we have. As a family."
It was sickeningly sweet, but it was what Violet would want to hear. He hoped it would drive her into blubbering tears fueled by her biological need to procreate. He hoped it would make her stop asking questions.
He looked at Red2, still smiling, but in truth he was telling her: Know what she knows.
Post by Acacia-Black on Jan 11, 2018 18:52:23 GMT -7
Zechariah had gotten through. Damn him. It was only a small gesture, but surely the master would have picked up on it. Black had slipped. Whether or not Violet suspected anything, that didn't matter. Black had shown a hint of weakness. Zechariah was trying to reach out from beyond oblivion.
But why Rielcia, of all places? Zechariah had never cared to visit the place. He would have been content studying it from afar, comfortable within Dirys. The only reason to go Rielcia would be to seek out other kina like himself, but there were hardly any that mattered to him. None except Blue, that is. Looking at this family, Black couldn't help but be disappointed that Blue wasn't among them. He needed Blue to be here right now. Not Red, and not even Green. So why was it that the master was holding them as his precious daughters? This family wasn't together. Not yet.
"I suppose you're right." Black forced a smile. He would have to worry about Blue later. Even if Zechariah had managed to break through - if only for a moment - Black could easily recover from the faux pas. "I've never been out of Dirys before, so coming here to Artavia is a new experience for me. If I worry too much about what I could do tomorrow, I don't get to enjoy what I'm doing today." It would have been nice to poke a hole in Violet's suggestion, but she was more likely to approve of his way of thinking. Whatever the case, anything to placate her and stop her from asking too many questions. Anything that might cause Zechariah to stir once more.
Post by Scarlet Dunn on Jan 16, 2018 22:15:38 GMT -7
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There.
Was.
A.
Lot.
Going.
On.
The crimson-haired girl was used to one voice dominating her mind; maybe two, if she listened to Papa and her sister working; but never had she listened to even three voices at once.
And now she had four, all thinking things that piqued the child’s interest.
She was dizzy.
Hopping from one thought to another was a skill; and not one Red had time to master.
- when she was a child - one such event where the master had met Edgar - Father’s rules - Inquiring minds needed to know - Nicole like this? - recall a man calling her that. Greenie. Greenie –
Know what she knows.
Papa gave her useful information; and, if she was honest, it was a relief to be able to zone out of the frenzied thoughts of her siblings and Violet.
Especially Violet.
Mostly Violet.
But information was not the only thing her dear father gave in too-cool thoughts; he gave her tasks; ones the child wasn’t positive she could complete.
1. Monitor ACACIA-Green. Big Sister did something bad; and Red remembered the tumult of Father’s thoughts when she returned, too late, from the market. The redhead was still half-asleep, then, in the slumber in which Papa gave her her own new arm and leg, but her mind had been working, and Green had gone out… with Violet.
Her sister didn’t remember that meeting, of course, because Papa had made it so: but if Violet said anything, or Green did, Papa’s careful jigsaw of well-laid plans could be lost altogether…
2. Monitor ACACIA-Black. Her brother came with his own set of problems; Black had nearly hurt Papa when Zechariah took over, which meant it was very, very important that she pay attention to whose mind and thoughts were more dominant… a difficult errand for a child. (Even the one with the mind of a machine).
3. Know what she knows.
And, queue.
“Oh, Papa!” She was the image of angelic innocence; twining stubby ivory digits with her father’s intelligent ones, head tilting just so. Even those eyes, twin pools, shimmered. “You know, I really would love to see the world, but only if you were with me.”
She spun, suddenly, again, like a spring being released after being wound stiff with energy.
“Vi – did Papa tell you all about me?” She snuck a look at her father; childlike disapproval in the mischievous skirt of ever-shifting whirlpools, “I bet he didn’t tell you a single thing! I was all alone, living in an orphanage in Dirys, so dirty and starving I barely remember anything. I’d been in a terrible accident and nobody wanted me anymore. He saved me.”
A slight, tanned hand joined the ivory, her fathers sandwiched in-between, far too large to be hidden by its delicate ensnarement.
“He gave me a family. My sister and Zechariah…” her laugh twinkled on the air, light and carefree, like the girl so seemed to be, “I know they’re not really my family, but they’re the closest I’ve got.”
There; that ought to put to rest Violet’s uncanny observation of her use of the word ’sister’.
“You must have a family, Vi, don’t you? Do they miss you when you’re travelling the world?”
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Post by Acacia-Green on Jan 17, 2018 14:11:28 GMT -7
Father’s reply to Violet’s question was that there was no place like Artavia. Where else could you see the stars so clearly? Green nodded along as he spoke, realizing as he said it that of course he was right, there was nowhere like Artavia. When Father reaches out and took her hand the touch as always was euphoric, life-giving, and Green soaked it in like water after a drought. She looked over to Father and then her eyes slid onto Red, Scarlet, her little sister who’d hand Father had also taken in his own. Family. Yes, they were a family. And she needed to be a better daughter.
Black said that if he worried too much about tomorrow he would get to enjoy today. He also seemed to change his tune about travelling after Father spoke. Father had been right of course so it was no surprise.
Red however said that she would love to travel the world, if Father would be there with her. She then asked Violet if Father has said anything about her. Green furrowed her brow at that. Even she hadn’t known about Red until today, and surely Father would have told her first. Or... maybe not, after she had disappointed him.
Red explained she’d been in an orphanage and had a terrible accident and that Father had saved her. Why hadn’t Father said anything to her? Why was Green only finding out about Red now?
It was because he didn’t trust her.
The thought chilled her like ice down her spine and suddenly Father’s hand on hers felt less comforting and more... not. She still physically felt better being so close to him as she always did, but it was undercut be a feeling of unease. It was her own fault of course, after her betrayal of his trust, but still.
Violet was the subject of more questions by Red though, who was asking about her family. Did Violet have a family? Green realized she didn’t know enough about the woman to guess. She kept quiet, realizing she didn’t have anything to add to the conversation right now and being slightly happy about it. It requires less from her tired brain anyway.
Post by Violet Macar on Jan 17, 2018 16:53:40 GMT -7
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Every answer was fabulous in it's own way, and Violet was just oh-so pleased everyone was playing along. So pleased in fact, that she had to fight herself from jumping onto Zechariah's answer immediately by sticking a potato into her mouth (which jutted out of her cheek and refused to chew because it was certainly not cooked like a potato normally was when she ate potatoes), because if she did jump onto it, she would never get to hear the rest!
For now, she would file them away. Later, she would be able to expound upon them a thousand fold and learn every little thing about Tom's little lovelies!
Zechariah wanted to go to Rielcia, her home turf. It made sense, since he was an adorable little black Kina, and she was certain Kina were all from Rielcia - though she might also just be a little racist. She could imagine the whole familygoing there, walking the Endless Mile, picking flowers from the Marshmallow Garden, enjoying the fun of the Cave of Wrongful Gravity. Rielcia could be organized and hoity-toity within it's cities, but outside of them magic ran wild, and Violet had picked up more than a couple of personality traits from her days exploring it.
Green's answer made Violet smile. It tugged at one cheek, and then tugged at the potato in the other cheek, and it lit up her eyes. Oh, yes, Violet knew precisely why Green wanted to go to Aissic, and it was not to meet the flame-throwing gnome that had given Violet one heckuva burn. No, no, it was to see him again. Violet would happily join her, since she would never turn down a piece of eye candy, and Kikuriku was a hoot-and-a-half on top of being a super-delicious-extremely-lickable hunk of dude. Violet met Green's eyes as she suggested the place and gave a knowing nod, not wanting to give much away but wanting the girl to know that: Heck yes, me too, I'm diggity down, let's go together. She wasn't sure if Green had gotten all of that.
Then it was Tom who spoke, and he had one heifer of a boring answer. Artavia. Nothing was better, he tried to make her believe. Ugh, yawn, boring, move along! Artavia was where she lived, where she worked! It wasn't a place to go on vacation. Sure, it could be pretty when you got out of the cities with their big ol' sky-cutters, but they all knew what Artavia looked like. They all knew what Artavia smelled like, and where the best places to dine were.
She had to admit though: It was pretty darn cute how devoted Tom was to this weird little group of misfit girls and boys.
It was lucky for Tom and his plans that Scarlet (the enigma! the red-haired mystery!) picked up after Zechariah's concession to father science. Violet had just been about to quirk her head at the idea Zechariah had never been out of Dirys (well, Tom had told her Zecchie had been here before, hadn't he? Or just that they worked together before? Gosh and garbles, Violet couldn't remember!) -- but whatever conclusion she might have come to, it would have to come later. Scarlet exclaimed her love for Tom -- papa, she called him! So cute -- And then gave Violet exactly what she wanted.
A story.
Violet transmuted her throat to a stretchier size to gulp down the uncooked half-potato that had been percolating in her mouth. Then, she leaned over the table, her butt coming off the seat as she got closer to Scarlet to listen intently, and her eyes widened into saucers big enough to challenge the girl's own blue lovelies. She was so ready for this.
And she wasn't let down. The story was amazing. Scar had been in an orphanage of all places, and had been in an accident! Nobody had wanted her, which was horrific since she was adorable and everyone should want to have something as adorable as Scarlet in their life, but Tom had taken her in. Jiminy Kutsal that was beautiful!
Violet's eyes moved to Tom and seemed to get a little misty, perhaps amazed by the man she saw before her. Taking in Green had been one things, giving her legs had been another. Now there was Zecchie, and Scar, too? She knew that Tom was a kind soul behind his colder facade, but she hadn't known how kind. Honestly, it turned her on. Like, a lot. Like, her misty eyes were turned into bedroom eyes and she transmuted her leg to stretch under the table more than could ever be natural and played a little footsie with him. Oh yeah, he was definitely gettin' it tonight.
She was so consumed by her new level of attraction to Tom that she almost missed Scarlet's question. Almost. As quickly as she had stretched her foot out, it snapped back into place like a rubber band and her mouth opened in a wide grin. She loved talking about herself. Almost as much as she loved talking about everything else.
"I sure do, Scar-sweetie!" She smirked in remembrance of how disappointed her family was with her, feeling a sense of accomplishment warm the darkest cockles of her heart, "They had many, many high hopes for me. Mommy was a magician, and daddy was a magician, and they were certain that yes, our little girl will be the best Ajatar magician of all, because she's the perfect combination of us! Silly them though, since I'm a perfect combination of all the things they hid from each other over the years!
"Hm, let's see... My daddy's bad habits, I inherited those. Or maybe I just copied them. It was hard for him to keep hiding his green-strange when I kept telling mommy dearest where I'd learned to do it from. Oh, and mommy had a bit of a streak for gossip, you know the girl just loved to gab, and she caused such trouble with the falsities she'd run with! Oh the lives she'd ruin! It cost them many friends, and she told daddy many times she had stopped. She had, a little bit, but it would just get too tempting for her on occasion, and she couldn't help herself. Well, when daddy found out what baby Violet had overheard...
"I think that they're together again, come to think of it. A few years after I left home they sent me a letter telling me 'Daddy and Mommy are happy again. Don't come back! Toodle-oo!' and I was more than happy to leave them to it. Family can be important, yes, but the one you choose darlings. You're all so lucky, because you've got this family here. Tommy-love is great daddy, even if he is a little over-protective-- OH!
"That reminds me... Greenie! Wasn't there a little something you wanted to ask said loving, generous, sweet father who wants to make you oh-so happy no matter what you might request of him?" Violet tilted her head towards Green, bobbing her eyebrows up and down suggestively. She was hoping the girl hadn't already let herself forget about Violet's job offer! That girl seemed so forgetful sometimes.
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Post by Acacia-Green on Jan 17, 2018 18:11:10 GMT -7
Green had been listening as well as she could to Violet’s incredibly long and vaguely sad story about her family and then suddenly the woman’s attention was on her and she said ‘wasn’t there something she had wanted to ask her dearest, darlingest father’ (not those words exactly but it seemed like the kind of thing she would say) and Green’s eyes went wide and she blanched a bit at the sudden attention. Was there something she wanted to ask Father? She turned her gaze away from Violet and over to Father and then back to Violet, looking maybe a little like a deer caught in the headlights. ”Um, I don’t... was there?”
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