She walked through her day, routine upon routine, nothing ever changing. The pattern, once established, must always be maintained. This she knew and continued to smile, her inner pain invisible to them all. Unknown and unknowable.
It was like nothing she had ever seen before, the bead work of the tunic so intricate, so bright and original. Feathered and decorated in the anchient style of his people. In a word, breathtaking.
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