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[Cyprin]

An old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind All Cyprin has known thus far is the dragon’s den – her family. Outsiders never scale the mountain or disturb the monsters lying within the gaping cavern. Castile is certain to maintain seclusion and privacy for his family by steering meetings far from the eastern border. While it provided comfort, it has in turn borne an uncertainty within the girl when faced with new faces. Her heart leaps when the molten boy closes the distance between them, blurring the lines of stranger and acquaintance. Instinctively, Cyprin glances over her shoulder toward the rocky trail that leads to the nest. Her slit pupils contract as the sun dances across her during the seconds of contemplation before a steadying breath is drawn to face him courageously. ”Hello,” she says, her voice airy and light as an innocent smile wrinkles the edges of her mouth. Truthfully, she wants to be as exuberant as him, but her ignorance and reclusive history betray her. Unfortunately, she isn’t as bold as her niece and siblings. Perhaps one day. Meraxes, he offers in the kindest of tones that is matched by a softened expression. Curiosity lures her a step closer as she notices his own reptilian eyes. Her own flash to a vibrant lavender as she breathes him in for the first time. ”Meraxes,” she repeats with a broadening grin before her eyes simmer to an attractive shade of teal, ”I’m Cyprin.” Everyone has simply known her name since the first time mother uttered it, and so it is strange to say it with her own tongue. He, Meraxes, is obviously doesn’t belong to their brood and yet his reptilian discrepancies say otherwise. She says nothing of it, not yet. Instead, she simply asks, ”Do you live here, too?” Cyprin lior and nayl

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@[Meraxes]