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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 2:39 pm
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 9:43 pm
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With Ms Snooty-toots, Jeremiah was content to settle into sitting. "That's- Well, that's a bit strange. A little like how Shun described things to me with his shadow eye, Kind of an overlay?"
Then he was frowning. "Hopefully won't mean you're going to get a headache just from looking at me." That would be unfortunate and make it where he would not want to be around to cause Leila undue pain. A glance toward her hand and then her eyes which were given a sharper focus, his own eyes glowing briefly as he looked. Mostly because he was trying to discern magic, if there was something going on, but it did not look like it.
"Anything you can do to help with the eyes?" He paused and then continued to clarify. "I don't mean their appearance," that was another change from magic, surely, and looked fitting on Leila strangely enough, "but that you look like you're trying to scratch an itch." Jeremiah was not so foolish to think that her eyes were looking the way they did because they were irritated but that there was something going on.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 10:15 pm
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"So when it completes, your eyes are going to be different." It was not a question, simply a statement, a fact. Leila was going to be changed, a little more something special.
Still, Jeremiah thought about Eve's original text, that there was something going on. The hens were nudged gently so that he could scoot himself over on the bench closer to Leila. His motions were obvious, though Leila did seem particularly lost in thought, and nudged her lightly with his shoulder.
It was a friendly gesture, the kind that implied he was here for her whatever way she needed. Jeremiah would follow her lead.
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