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Ceniza giggled, embarrassed because she had been caught. What a spoiled, undeserving brat she was. The patient, healing druid shook his head in admonishment at her indiscretion, her actions bordering on flagitious. Well, she had used up her last favor from him. Next time she asked, in her honey-smoke voice, to go on a journey, slay a dragon, or find an adventure together, he would not be her lapdog. But like a double-back wish, bait-and-switch offerings, it would take more than words to destroy her charm. Her hot flame dies quickly, and he would help her rise from the ashes.
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