you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway. The hair on the back of her neck bristled. Although he made no comment nor expression toward her Aslan was suddenly certain Flamsteed was aware of her, she narrowed her dark eyes on him, scrutinizing his aged features as carefully as she might have the runes.
Yes, even as he spoke to Conley Aslan felt their shared existence. She did not speak, but continued watching- allowing the words to sink in and rattle about her mind. Identity Theft was not unheard of, not singular but a string of them...
"How many have there been?" She asked, her languid voice suddenly cutting through the conversation. Aslan moved forward, her tall, thin form slipping from the shadows and into the light. Tilting her head, the young woman's dark hair shifted in a messy cascade over her shoulder. She paused, her tongue itched. "The identity thefts." A conclusion.
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