Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

As he began to speak in her native tongue, her eyebrows arched in a mildly surprised expression. It was a pleasant surprise, evident in her relaxed shoulders and overall posture. For that moment, she appeared far from an otherworldly entity poised for action.

She listened intently to his words, but as Damien grappled with the pronunciation of each word, an amused smirk graced her lips once more. She whispered a single sentence in her native language.

"Vedo che stai facendo dei notevoli progressi nelle tue lezioni."

"[I see that you are making remarkable progress in your lessons.]"

Interlocking the fingers of her right hand with his, she drew closer to him.

Once again, he felt those foreign sensations seeping into his own consciousness. It was a cascade of delightful feelings and experiences, bordering on intoxication and disorientation, especially if he chose to close his eyes and immerse himself in them. Isolating and naming them individually proved impossible, yet he might liken them to contentment, joy, or something beyond words.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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