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Weaver of Shadows

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  1. Edgar wrapped an arm around her. “How are you with heights?”
  2. “They’ll be ok,” Edgar said to her with confidence he didn’t feel. He hoped they would, chances were they wouldn’t meet any monsters, or at least not any truly dangerous ones.
  3. …I guess you’ll get the opportunity if you go to Dragonsteel.
  4. That’s just not true, friend.
  5. Hollow knight or MarioKart. What would make a series something you’d never read?
  6. The train slowed, then stopped completely. “This is our stop,” Edgar said. He looked out the window, seeing the giant arch nearby. @Lunamor @..... @The Clarinetist @Random Bystander @The Aspiring Archivist @Scars of Hathsin
  7. I like them! I especially enjoy everything with Rex, I love magic that deals with darkness and the like.
  8. @Edema Rue @Invisible @Just-A-Stick @Lotus Blossom @Cash67
  9. A sandwich. What is the worst time of day?
  10. @The Aspiring Archivist @The Clarinetist @..... @Random Bystander @Scars of Hathsin @Wierdo
  11. He smiled again, leaning against her. It didn’t really matter how anyone but her thought he looked.
  12. “If I’m wrong, then so is everyone else but you. But thank you.”
  13. “That’s not what I mean. I’m seeing myself correctly, I don’t think you’re seeing me right though.”
  14. “That’s not the problem. I am.”
  15. “I just…I don’t like…how I look.” He looked down again.
  16. “I…don’t want to look at them.” He opened his eyes, looking at her face. That was a much better thing to look at.
  17. He glanced at it, then closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see himself. He never wanted to see himself.
  18. He looked away. Why was she patronizing him? It wasn’t hard to tell that no part of him was anything close to beautiful or handsome, or even decent. He’d been ridiculed enough times to know, even though he had before too.
  19. He looked down. There was nothing special about his eyes. They looked bad, just like the rest of him.
  20. He smiled at that. He knew she was only saying it because he’d said she was pretty, and he knew he didn’t look good, but he still appreciated it. He was skinny, his hair stuck up in all the wind ways, he was pale rather than the bronze tan his siblings all were, not that there was anything wrong with pale, Jenny pulled it off, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t by any means close to looking really great. “Thanks,” he said halfheartedly.
  21. “Oh, I’m glad!” Gift flowed up into her hair, wrapping into her braid, bronze bands now intertwined with her black hair, highlighting it. “You know, you’re really pretty,” Edgar said.
  22. He finished his braid. It wasn’t very good, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. He probably should have asked her before messing with her hair though. “Sorry.”
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