Happy Life
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- Heh. Did you eat? - Chernika slaps Ukon on the back with all her might - luckily, it's on his soft cloak, otherwise there would have been a chance to ward off the flimsy hand. - Even this skeleton understands that you don't appreciate your luck.
- We don't choose who we are born as and what imprint life leaves on us, - after assessing the armor from head to toe, the gaze lingers for a moment on the helmet horns. - As I understand it, perfect skin is the whitest possible. I've seen such individuals, but isn't it a mutation? And their eyes are as if filled with blood.
- Cool thing, can I hold it? - the little one's gaze doesn't leave the braid.
- We don't choose who we are born as and what imprint life leaves on us, - after assessing the armor from head to toe, the gaze lingers for a moment on the helmet horns. - As I understand it, perfect skin is the whitest possible. I've seen such individuals, but isn't it a mutation? And their eyes are as if filled with blood.
- Cool thing, can I hold it? - the little one's gaze doesn't leave the braid.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
