[ Molly scoots down from the window to the bed again, rolling himself into the blankets and the recently-cleaned furs.
Hope. He's Fjord's hope, his star? It's romantic and beautiful and he's living for it. Molly can't help the laugh about mossy Lucien, but then he cocks his head a bit to the side. ]
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Hope. He's Fjord's hope, his star? It's romantic and beautiful and he's living for it. Molly can't help the laugh about mossy Lucien, but then he cocks his head a bit to the side. ]
What did he say?